. . I want to ask you a plain question, and you must answer me faithfully. All the world about her seemed to be—how can one put it?—in wrappers, like a house when people leave it in the summer. There was a sharp knocking at the outside door. “I’ve tried to make words tell it. It was not simply that all the rooms were rearranged and everybody dressed in unusual fashions, and all the routines of life abolished and put away: people’s tempers and emotions also seemed strangely disturbed and shifted about. “They told me D,” said Ann Veronica. Every care had been taken of it, as well as of himself, by the humane inmates of the house in which he had sought shelter. I knew it. Twelve years ago! It is an awful retrospect.
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