She exhaled, feeling the tension drain from her shoulders and arms. "What for?" rejoined Quilt, evasively. She sat, crouched together, by the corner of the hearthrug under the bookcase that supported the pig’s skull, and looked into the fire and up at Ann Veronica’s face, and let herself go. She stared out of the paned glass window, watching the trees being blown bare by the gale force. . Love stories!… A sob rushed into her throat, and to smother it she buried her face in a pillow. "You are angry?" "Very. " Gravely he watched the needle flash to and fro. Conceiving himself called upon, as the intimate friend of the deceased, to pay this last tribute of respect to her memory, he appeared as one of the chief mourners.
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