John caught her in the hall around third period. The world isn't real yet; she hasn't comparisons by which to govern her acts. Annabel is my only sister, you know, almost my only relative. At last—I told a story. 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.
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