She could no longer wait. At the bottom of the trunk was a large manila envelope, unmarked. Ann Veronica’s experiences of men had been among more stable types—Teddy, who was always absurd; her father, who was always authoritative and sentimental; Manning, who was always Manning. They would be partners only in loneliness. Jack seemed glad enough to rest, his back against the wall, and closed his eyes. I know what I am doing better than you do. She would then hear his feet pounding up the steps and he would burst into whatever room she was sitting in and say, “There she is! My wife! Hiding her beauty from the world!” He would then run to her, grab her book or embroidery and unceremoniously toss them to the floor.
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