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” “It was exceedingly wrong of you,” Anna declared. ” “Why did you keep her all of these years? What good can it do?” “She created me, Lucia. “No, I’m fine. All the initial confidence in herself was gone; her courage was merely a shell to hide the lack. All her pride raged at me. “What he had was altogether insufficient. She looked in the glass over and over as she checked for lint and makeup streaks. ” Annabel looked at him curiously. ‘Let me tell you,’ went on the nun severely, ‘it would have been better for you if you had taken the veil. ‘You said she was beautiful. She saw her life before her robbed of all generous illusions, the wrappered life unwrappered forever, vistas of dull responses, crises of makebelieve, years of exacting mutual disregard in a misty garden of fine sentiments. That glove is still preserved. ’ ‘You’re incorrigible,’ scolded Hilary, beginning to follow. . Ann Veronica, after a last survey of the dinner appointments, followed him, rustling, came to his side by the high brass fender, and touched two or three ornaments on the mantel above the cheerful fireplace.
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