Then as she drew nearer paint showed upon her face, and a harsh purpose behind the quiet expression of her open countenance, and a sort of unreality in her splendor betrayed itself for which Ann Veronica could not recall the right word—a word, half understood, that lurked and hid in her mind, the word “meretricious. Her head ached with a hollow pain. And yet it was basically a fine action. She did not learn the kind of looks she had been bestowing upon him at a convent. Out of an old family album: here was the very comparison that had eluded him. Manning relinquished his cup, and looked meaningly at Ann Veronica. She remembered him as a dull figure, a big man with a belly that was already showing fat under his fine scarlet clothes. ’ He grimaced. She observed a man walking on the opposite side of the way and looking toward her. She lingered over donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and placket, double knotting her long scarf.
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