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The parlour was cluttered but cosy. It was the
same smell that she had in his memory, but now it was
definite, palpable, like a perfume. She realized more and more the
quality of the brink upon which she stood—the dreadful readiness with which in
certain moods she might plunge, the unmitigated wrongness and recklessness of
such a self-abandonment. She became at times an embodiment for Ann Veronica
of all that made the suffrage movement defective and unsatisfying. They sat face to face beneath an experienced-looking rucksack and a
brand new portmanteau and a leather handbag, in the afternoon-boat train that
goes from Charing Cross to Folkestone for Boulogne. A stomacher, fastened by imitationdiamond buckles, girded that part of her person, which should have been a waist;
a coral necklace encircled her throat, and a few black patches, or mouches, as
they were termed, served as a foil to the bloom of her cheek and chin. ‘Why, what have I said?’
‘You said to me my name.
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