Saren Chen was a tall woman, thin and beautiful in a masculine way, Germanic. . There was a case, or something, some years ago. He touched a long-standing sore, and Ann Veronica found herself vainly trying to explain—the inexplicable. This was the body of a man, apparently lifeless, and stretched upon a mattress, with his head bound up in a linen cloth, through which the blood had oosed. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes. The question ceased to be a tea-table talk, and became suddenly tragically real for Ann Veronica.
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