He was always anticipating, stepping into the future, torturing himself with non-existent troubles. As O'Higgins signed the hotel register, his keen glance took in the latest signatures. He next searched for his stockings and shoes, and when found, put them on. He mumbled an apology and then stopped short. “And think, think”—her voice sank —“of the horrible coarseness!” “What coarseness?” said Ann Veronica. Diane did not hear the footsteps on her brick patio or the audible click of the back door lock being compromised. "Choose, Jack. Somehow her walk home with him had been transmogrified into a melodramatic rejection, a slamming.
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