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Let me only wear your livery. Perhaps she was. A piece of old blanket was fastened across her shoulders, and she had no other clothing except a petticoat. It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. ‘This, as you see, is an identity for your cousin, André Valade. He contrasted the lot of women in general with the lot of men, presented men as patient, self-immolating martyrs, and women as the pampered favorites of Nature. “Go down and rescue the rags of my reputation,” she said, smiling. “Are you aware, Ann Veronica, you nearly throttled that gentleman?” Then she reviled her own foolish way of putting it. It wasn’t. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed. ‘Don’t be silly. Natives are queer. It is no good waiving the thing; it is true. If I had never met anything of you at all but a scrap of your skin binding a book, Ann Veronica, I know I would have kept that somewhere near to me. " "There you are, just as I said.
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