” She growled. Certain of my prey, I can afford to wait for it. The ward in which he was confined, was about six yards in length, and three in width, and in height, might be about twelve feet. ” She stared before her, trying to keep back a rush of tears. 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. See? Down we should rush in a foam—in a cloud of snow—to flight and a dream. “Thanks, Cathy. She realized dimly that there was no personal thing behind his cry, that countless myriads of Mannings had “My God!”-ed with an equal gusto at situations as flatly apprehended.
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