"Unless you have eaten a Syrian orange," he was always saying, "you have only a rudimentary idea of what an orange is. I, too, want to understand—to walk with my head in the light. ” Ann Veronica listened with her eyes on the fire. “They died within a few months of one another. Spurlock remained where he was until the sail became an infinitesimal speck in the distance. A swift frown brought the still dark brows together for a moment. She entered the front hall, formerly magnificent, now faded and dusty, the old wood table waiting for guests who would never come. "Drink this," cried Jonathan, handing her the cup. ‘Yes, I know. “Now, Veronica,” he pleaded, “Veronica, this is most unreasonable.
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