Old and dilapidated, the widow's domicile looked the very picture of desolation and misery. These realizations rushed into Ann Veronica’s mind and hardened her heart against him. Lord, but it was a nun! Just as he had suspected. He left his office at 5:39 according to her watch. “I’m damned if I’ll believe it,” he muttered to himself savagely. The theme was a masquerade. . A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance.
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