PRIVATE FIRST CLASS “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry. She has no proof—yet. How are you?” “I’m fine,” she said, unaware of all events except for the voice on the other line. Annabel was conscious then of the slow anger which had been burning within her since the night of her visit to the “Unusual. The faithful fellow will never leave me. She had braved all obstacles to pursue her dream. Lad, I admire you even in your folly. “Very likely,” he answered. 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. Why, honestly enouch. God would have taken mercy on her baby, seeing that she had already had too much pain and that he had taken her beloved mother. For a time it really seemed all-sufficient to her that she should love.
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