Aren’t I asking—asking plainly now?. It was her figure, her style of dress, her manner of arranging the hair. ’ For a moment he looked daunted. The ribald demons that infested the back of Ann Veronica’s mind urged various facetious interrogations upon her, as, for example, where the witness had acquired his prose style. Not even for Ruth could he do such a beastly thing. The sky beyond was a surreal color of pink that reminded her of the windows she had once been entranced by at the castle chapel, their leaden lines depicting old religious stories and sufferings. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose.
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