Your sister! Great God, how like she is to what you were!” Annabel looked around her nervously. His vision was becoming accustomed to the faint light now and her features were clearer. Anna did not pause, but she looked over her shoulder with slightly lifted eyebrows. 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. God, Lucy, what’s it been, how many years?” “I’m so sorry, John. " "Perhaps I read of it somewhere. So, here he was, on the last lap of middle age, in China, having missed all the thrills in life except one—the war against Death. I could never make you understand. It melted her heart.
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