Ann Veronica decided that “hoydenish ragger” was the only phrase to express her. The sky beyond was a surreal color of pink that reminded her of the windows she had once been entranced by at the castle chapel, their leaden lines depicting old religious stories and sufferings. Grace-church Street was entirely deserted, except by a few stragglers, whose curiosity got the better of their fears; or who, like the carpenter, were compelled to proceed along it. Anna rummaged about in her dressingcase, and finally drew out a letter.
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