John’s demeanor shifted. You keep on coming truer, after you have seemed to come altogether true. Anna was suddenly very quiet. He jumps the words out of your mouth; he takes hold of what you have to say before you have had time to express it properly. There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. And Ann Veronica walked beside him, trying in vain to soften her heart to him by the thought of how she had ill-used him, and all the time, as her feet and mind grew weary together, rejoicing more and more that at the cost of this one interminable walk she escaped the prospect of—what was it?—“Ten thousand days, ten thousand nights” in his company.
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