Below was an uninspiring street, a thoroughfare of boarding-houses and apartments. “I don’t love him,” said Ann Veronica, getting a gleam. But here was a girl—she must be a girl, since she was his daughter and pat-able—imitating the woman quite remarkably and cleverly. Ann Veronica had a number of fragmentary impressions of Alice strangely transfigured in bridal raiment.
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