They were ingenious disguises of gilt paper destructively gummed, it would seem, to Ann Veronicas’ best dancing-slippers. She could feel his breath on her skin, every hair on her arms and neck raised in response. Winifred Wood was now in her twentieth year. He hated horizons. I somehow understood.
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