She drifted back into the welcoming arms of sleep, feeling herself surrounded in silk. “And think, think”—her voice sank —“of the horrible coarseness!” “What coarseness?” said Ann Veronica. “These are the sort of things that aren’t supposed to happen. You can trust me, Anna. ” Her heart had warmed toward him. Ann Veronica said nothing. The comments on the makeover lessened but were replaced by long admiring glances by boys who had never before given her the time of day. He said simply that he wanted her to live at home. " And Blueskin withdrew. The tears were streaming down her face, her voice was thick with sobs.
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