Mike was showing his territorial instincts, brought out by the fact that he was drunk. He thought her only an orphan in search of her English relatives. “The rarefied air? I thought you had a better head. ’ ‘Where are we going?’ ‘Back to Blaye, my girl. Now, it was a wilderness of weeds. Watching her strip had been delicious for him, and a part of him enjoyed her self-consciousness acutely. On the walls were noticeboards bearing clusters of newspaper slips, three or four big posters of monster meetings, one of which Ann Veronica had attended with Miss Miniver, and a series of announcements in purple copying-ink, and in one corner was a pile of banners. She gulped for air merely, for it had been difficult to breathe with his hand almost cutting off the supply to her lungs. .
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