The agony on the sands now ceased to puzzle her. The rest she meant to keep for her immediate necessities. “Come sit with me, beautiful. He put down his hat and umbrella, rested his hands on his hips, and regarded Ann Veronica firmly. He would know the truth then once and for all. He saw her, dripping with rosy pearls, rise out of the lagoon in the dawn light: he saw her flashing to and fro among the coco palms in the moonshine: he saw her breasting the hurricane, her body as full of grace and beauty as the Winged Victory of the Louvre. ‘Didn’t mean it, love. She had been sitting on the bench for two and a half hours, which was uneventful except for the homeless men who begged for change. “Isn’t that rather a strange question—under the circumstances?” he asked quietly. Look at me. Between Canton and Hartford two giants had risen, invisible but menacing— Fear and Doubt. “It—it—must come,” she faltered. This double buffetting had sharpened her shrewdness and insight. “But if you weren’t keen on the suffrage business, why on earth did you go to prison?” Ann Veronica reflected.
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