An old man with a bent back who limped in, slow and stiff, leaning heavily on a cane. I tell you that I love you, Anna, and I believe that you love me. These realizations rushed into Ann Veronica’s mind and hardened her heart against him. “Dare!” she said. She quickened her pace, and so did he, talking at her slightly averted ear. My birthday was on May first. She glanced at him. “I suppose a girl MUST be underpaid and sweated,” said Ann Veronica. To walk beside him, dressed akin to him, rucksacked and companionable, was bliss in itself; each step she took was like stepping once more across the threshold of heaven.
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