I—I don’t understand,” the man faltered wearily. His countenance was pale as death, but not a muscle quivered; nor did he betray the slightest appearance of fear. She heard the bamboo curtain rattle slightly. 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. He came over to me. Look in the small hide-bound book that he keeps in his boot. It was not only Leonardo who had instilled in her this distrust of men. ” “It ought to make one happy.
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