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He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. They do a good job, huh?” He smiled at her. Guiltily, she felt very little for him, and yet she wondered what he would be like. Her aunt was a long time before she answered. . The spinster saw herself growing warm again in the morning sunshine of youth —a flaring ember before the hearth grew cold. She so wanted to keep her memory of him fresh, so wanted to memorize his kisses and to conjure his embrace someday when he was mere dust in the ground. This lady was singularly lucky in her matrimonial connections. A sound sleeper, she was not roused by the creaky openings and closings of drawers as Lucy packed a single duffle bag with underwear and soap that was pilfered from a multipack of Zest in the Beck’s downstairs bathroom.
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