She did not know Mr. She was saying good-bye to childhood and home, and her making; she was going out into the great, multitudinous world; this time there would be no returning. As he passed out he saw in the hall a quietly dressed man with keen grey eyes, talking to one of the footmen. Then as she drew nearer paint showed upon her face, and a harsh purpose behind the quiet expression of her open countenance, and a sort of unreality in her splendor betrayed itself for which Ann Veronica could not recall the right word—a word, half understood, that lurked and hid in her mind, the word “meretricious. “Anna,” she moaned, “I am a jealous, ungrateful woman.
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