"Poor fellow! I'm glad he has escaped. She was beauty, the key of magic, the teacher of spells, the predictor of wars, and the gate of the future. Ann Veronica could at the same time ask herself what this queer old gentleman could have meant by speaking to her, and know—know in general terms, at least—what that accosting signified. The London backgrounds, in Bloomsbury and Marylebone, against which these people went to and fro, took on, by reason of their gray facades, their implacably respectable windows and window-blinds, their reiterated unmeaning iron railings, a stronger and stronger suggestion of the flavor of her father at his most obdurate phase, and of all that she felt herself fighting against. She no longer felt sick or dizzy, her muscles returned to a relaxed, supple state.
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