“I knew I should
have died!” She went fast into a state of shock. News was sent back home, and in October, Marina
traveled to Florence to live with her daughter again. It was
a gracious gesture, she thought, as he trudged to the
Beck’s humble doorstep in his stiff blue polyester
uniform. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although
she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself
fragments of an old French song. But I can give it its name now. “I want an engagement. ‘Shall we
abandon the guard, then, sir?’
‘Certainly not. The angels in Heaven shall not tear you from me. “Think of what Lady Palsworthy will say! Think of what”—So-and-so
—“will say! What are we to tell people?
“Besides, what am I to tell your father?”
At first it had not been at all clear to Ann Veronica that she would refuse to
return home; she had had some dream of a capitulation that should leave her an
enlarged and defined freedom, but as her aunt put this aspect and that of her
flight to her, as she wandered illogically and inconsistently from one urgent
consideration to another, as she mingled assurances and aspects and emotions, it
became clearer and clearer to the girl that there could be little or no change in the
position of things if she returned.
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