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. ” “I mean—” “I behaved like an idiot, that’s all. like, well, um, you’re kind of looking just a little bit homely lately. “What’s going on with you?” John asked inquisitively, looking down at her abdomen. Could she understand what she was talking about? Luckily it was a second-class carriage and the ordinary fellowtravellers were not there. The books slid from her arms and fluttered to the floor. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. The owner was at the door unhooking a few articles of wearing apparel which he had exposed outside for sale. Applying his ear to the keyhole, Jack listened, but could detect no sound. . . 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. She listened with dumb fear in her eyes.
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