She knew that babies came from the womb; her womb had fallen out with her baby. She wanted to cry out upon herself for the uttermost fool in existence. “I don’t love him,” said Ann Veronica, getting a gleam. So long as she could remember, her father had never permitted her to sit at the table unless she came fully dressed. From his wallet he brought forth a yellow letter. How could she tell him of the evil that drew her and drew her, as a needle to the magnet?—the fascinating evil that even now, escaped as it was, went on distilling its poison in her mind? "Yes, yes!" said the doctor. One chance in a thousand, and that would be the girl. And the infernal thought of that kiss returned—the softness of her lips and the cool smoothness of her cheeks. She said it audibly, having learned long since that an audible prayer was a concentrated one. What reassured her, however, more than anything else, was the shape of the mouth: it was warmly turned. He did not love Ruth.
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