She had been so busy with life that, for a vast gulf of time, as it seemed, she had given no thought to those ancient, imagined things of her childhood. “I don’t care what any one thinks,” said Ann Veronica. She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. Nor was Jack by any means the only stripling in the room. The woman I wanted was another man's wife.
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