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She was aware of it now as if it were a voice shouting outside a house, shouting passionate verities in a hot sunlight, a voice that cries while people talk insincerely in a darkened room and pretend not to hear. He came in apologetically; all the old “Well, and how ARE we?” note gone; and once he asked Ann Veronica, almost furtively, “How’s Alice getting on, Vee?” Finally, on the Day, he appeared like his old professional self transfigured, in the most beautiful light gray trousers Ann Veronica had ever seen and a new shiny silk hat with a most becoming roll. But that's an infirmity shared by a great many sounder heads than mine. ” On the inside she felt her muscles loosen with relief. That delightful sense of free, unembarrassed movement was gone. She had never been able to discover where her father had hidden his shaving mirror.
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