It came to Ann Veronica that life was wonderful beyond measure. She drank and drank until his body was a lifeless husk, as light as a mannequin, virtually hollow of all but the fluid in his bones. Soot was everywhere, for the lamp would not stay trimmed in the gale. She would often steal away to tryst with him in the orchard, even now she felt her loins grow warm with the memory of his ardor. “Gods,” she said, at last, “I’ve done it this time!” “Well!” She took up the neat morocco purse, opened it, and examined the contents. A girl of fifteen or sixteen gave her a handbill that she regarded as a tract until she saw “Votes for Women” at the top.
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