The same look she had often seen in the eyes of the drunken beachcombers her father had brought home, and it had not filled her with horror. He must have been following her from room to room, silent in his stockinged feet. Obeying some fine instinct, she had come to the prison in a dark veil, but she had pushed this up to kiss Ann Veronica and never drawn it down again.
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