“For one thing, Anna,” she remarked, “we had not the slightest idea that you had left, or were leaving Paris. Traps, set with peculiar cunning; she had encountered them everywhere. The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a glamorous, evanescent thing "like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a little hour or two, was gone. Ann Veronica was not aware of this literary side of her teacher; she had a little tinge of annoyance at Miss Garvice’s advantage.
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