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. ”
“There’s art,” said Ann Veronica, “and writing. “A man who
does not touch his wife, who ignores his wife, what kind
of man is he? I am not sick any more. ’ She shrugged fatalistically. "
"Lord, that's just the lesson I've been expounding! It isn't a question of fear; it's
one of propriety. "
"Well, well, I'm not within a minute," rejoined the turnkey. What part of
1902 is it that you grew up in?\" He poked fun at her,
clearly infatuated.
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