" CHAPTER VI. ’ ‘About me?’ The lady’s lashes fluttered and her fan came up. 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. The South China will be dropping to a dead calm, and I want to use canvas as much as I can. She plucked at the knots of her racket and heard him to the end, then spoke in a restrained undertone. “It was,” she admitted. It still failed in something.
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