The queer phase of the dream was this, she was at no time a woman; she was symbolical of something, and he followed to learn what this something was. The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast. Dim possibilities that she would not seem to look at even to herself gesticulated in the twilight background of her mind. It’s Providence. It is just the aim I have had in view all the time. My only love is for my poor lost son. “Veronique!” she cried with a rising intonation, though never before had she called Ann Veronica anything but Miss Stanley, and seized her and squeezed her and kissed her with profound emotion.
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