A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow satin apron, trimmed with white Persian. Perhaps what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites. . Some of the delicate colour which the afternoon walk had brought into her cheeks had already returned. “I did not recognize him,” Anna answered. “I don’t know,” said Ann Veronica; “I think I am. Though a few months younger than his companion Jack Sheppard, he was half a head taller, and much more robustly formed. She had suddenly become as the jewels of the Madonna, as the idol's eye, infinitely beyond his reach, sacred. The two friends contrasted strikingly with each other.
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