The face that looked down upon Ann Veronica was full of amiable intention. So here is your chance, Mademoiselle Charvill. This way, my dear—and— you’ll excuse my mentioning it, but a quiet blouse and a little chiffon, you know, will be quite sufficient. There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers. What had urged her to wrench loose and fly was the guarding instinct of the good woman.
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