“Have you much ability?” asked Ann Veronica. He was not addicted to monologue, and the only audible comment he permitted himself at first upon a universe that was evidently anything but satisfactory to him that afternoon, was one compact and entirely unassigned “Damn!” The word must have had some gratifying quality, because he repeated it. ‘We was of an age, you see, miss. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love. Except for one memorable school excursion to Paris, Ann Veronica had never yet been outside England. But, by Jove! you are fierce! You are like those Roman women who carry stilettos in their hair. The wards on the right were occupied by male patients, on the left by the female.
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