" Here Ruth returned with the broth; and McClintock strode aft, convinced that he was going to have something far more interesting than books to read. These realizations rushed into Ann Veronica’s mind and hardened her heart against him. Give me the keys and the light. “And think, think”—her voice sank —“of the horrible coarseness!” “What coarseness?” said Ann Veronica. She was dressed in a simple evening gown of soft creamy silk, with a yoke of dark old embroidery that enhanced the gentle gravity of her style, and her black hair flowed off her open forehead to pass under the control of a simple ribbon of silver. “Perhaps,” she said, “it is the London climate. But I will never—never return.
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