There, hanging among Ann Veronica’s more normal clothing, was a skimpy dress of red canvas, trimmed with cheap and tawdry braid, and short—it could hardly reach below the knee. ” Ann Veronica looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, and decided to persist on principle. But it was extraordinary what seemingly irrelevant things could restore her to the thought of Capes again. ” “We will go to a very quiet place,” he assured her, “a place where I have often taken my own sisters. And in these crowded four weeks, what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows, only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had plucked a bitter truth—she was alone. Dim possibilities that she would not seem to look at even to herself gesticulated in the twilight background of her mind. The girl suppressed a chuckle that would have been inexplicable.
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