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The night had swallowed him up, but his work on her was done. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. He did not look up, so he did not know that in her other hand she held a glass of wine. Her relationship with John had made her the object of desire for scores of teenage boys who had dared not previously think of her in such a way. Ann Veronica had a number of fragmentary impressions of Alice strangely transfigured in bridal raiment. You’ve got me. ” “It’s an unrest—a longing—What’s that?” The waiter had intervened.
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