You didn’t see me fall into a swoon when you cursed just now, did you?’ ‘I’m beginning to doubt if anything less than a sledgehammer would send you into a swoon,’ Gerald retorted. He installed Anna in a comfortable easy chair, and placed his own between her and the door. She gazed with a quiet detachment toward the window and the Oxford Street traffic, and in her heart she was busy kicking this man to death. The silence grew unbearable, so she asked, \"What is your surname, John?\" \"My surname? You mean my last name?\" \"Yes. What a pity! For all her ignorance of material things—the human inventions which served the physical comforts of man—how much she knew about man himself! She had seen him bereft of all those spiritual props which permit man to walk on two feet instead of four—broken, without resilience. There’s hardly a night she doesn’t sneak out of the house. For an instant, Gerald wished the rest of the world away that he might go to her and administer appropriate comfort. It was past seven when she got back to her hotel. What has been the matter?” “Toothache,” he answered laconically. “Heavens!” exclaimed Ann Veronica, with extraordinary passion.
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