A moistened velvet touch found her tongue. It ceased to be the symbol of liberty and a remote and quite abstracted person, and became suddenly and very disagreeably the token of a large and portentous body visible and tangible. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. A bowl of roses, just brought by Ann Veronica, adorned the communal dressing-table, and Ann Veronica was particularly trim in preparation for a call she was to make with her aunt later in the afternoon. “It may be more difficult than you think,” she said. “Why are you so distant? Why all the mystery? What are you, a narc? Double-oh-seven or something?” She steeled herself, refusing to react. He touched a long-standing sore, and Ann Veronica found herself vainly trying to explain—the inexplicable. Whatever she does is minimized.
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