She gathered stones to place upon the makeshift grave. “But my dear Ann Veronica, you will be getting into debt!” Ann Veronica at once, and with a feeling of immense relief, took refuge in her dignity. She looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were weighted with every sin in the calendar. She was lamentably without comparisons; such few young men as she had seen—white men—had been on the beach, pitiful and terrible objects. “Here is my card. But through the fault of that pig, who dared to call himself Valade and masquerade in society under her birthright. He was alarmed when she returned to the stage and her eyes passed over him in the audience.
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