She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her. Paris is not the place for two young girls. No, don’t let me call myself that. He could not possibly lunge in the confined space, and so had nothing to do but back himself into the chapel as fast as he could. It was plain that a man of his age could only be interested for one reason alone, yet she felt compelled to at know him a little before the main event. Ann Veronica was apologetic to the bottom of her soul.
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