Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess. I burned it. "You will never leave me," sobbed the poor woman, straining him to her breast. She was afraid people would follow her, she was afraid of the dark, open doorways she passed, and afraid of the blazes of light; she was afraid to be alone, and she knew not what it was she feared. .
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