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‘No, for you had your own selfish plans already made, that is now seen. ‘Oh, dearie me, you make me feel a traitor. There was a tearing sound as the canvas gave way, and the precious portrait ripped apart as the top of the Frenchman’s head came through it. For hours he seemed to have pleasant dreams of open skies and airplanes, but then the dreams would disintegrate into fleshy charnel house nightmares where he could hear her calling to him through a fog. “And what on earth,” he said, “do you think the world is made of? Why do you think I have been doing things for you? The abstract pleasure of goodness? Are you one of the members of that great white sisterhood that takes and does not give? The good accepting woman! Do you really suppose a girl is entitled to live at free quarters on any man she meets without giving any return?” “I thought,” said Ann Veronica, “you were my friend. How I wish I might meet this delightful mystery lady of yours. "But she is a dear," said Angelina, timidly. Understand me. I don’t want to tear at you with hot, rough hands. “One is always playing the surgeon, one kills always the thing one loves best. . “My dear,” she said, when she could get her breath, “you must come home at once. “It is part of the irony of life,” he said.
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