“Take off your tunic. ” “By God!” said Manning, making the most of the word, “I suppose it’s fate. “Don’t fence with me,” Anna cried fiercely. But he was now too deeply moved to trace a certain unsatisfactoriness to its source in a mixture of metaphors. She would rend him limb from limb like a fiend if only she could move. Diane spooned warm apple-rhubarb pie onto the girl’s plates, topping each with scoops of ice cream. With a swirl of her floral chintz petticoats, she placed herself in the capacious window seat, accepted the glass Gerald handed to her, and smiled mischievously up at him. The sky was cloudless, effulgent blue. The honey on his tongue turned to ashes. One transgression; he was sure of that. “You can count upon me, Nigel,” she said. She fell into a deep delirium, whispering hoarsely to her dead mother, cursing God in Heaven, cursing her doctor, cursing herself as apparitions of devils and demons pulled at her with yellow ochre hands.
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