‘I’ve eyes in my head, haven’t I?’ He grunted. After all, life had still its pulsations. . He had never liked to be hugged, but she wondered if his corporeal needs would be made apparent by human touch. And, as he was about to put himself into a posture of defence, his mother clasped him in her arms. “Because I hate you!” She spat. She was feeling extraordinarily well that night, so that the sense of her body was a deep delight, a realization of a gentle warmth and strength and elastic firmness. That night a grave was dug in Willesden churchyard, next to that in which Mrs. Her sister Alice seemed to have developed a religious sense away there in Yorkshire, and made appeals that had no meaning for Ann Veronica’s mind.
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