Where was this kindly world she had drawn so rosily in fancy? Disillusion everywhere. The oranges were of the Syrian variety, small but filled with scarlet honey. All through the love music of the second act, until the hunting horns of Mark break in upon the dream, Ann Veronica’s consciousness was flooded with the perception of a man close beside her, preparing some new thing to say to her, preparing, perhaps, to touch her, stretching hungry invisible tentacles about her. I don’t want to hear you. For the first time, perhaps, in his life, he repented of his brutality. I could make away with him at once, as you are about to make away with your nephew, Sir Rowland,—but that wouldn't serve my turn. It's a long time since we met, eight years and more.
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