We were to live in some wretched London suburb. Ann Veronica was not aware of this literary side of her teacher; she had a little tinge of annoyance at Miss Garvice’s advantage. Her eyes filled as she thought of him, the image of his laughing countenance coming into her mind, to be swiftly followed by a vision of the blood running from his cut hand. Then she stepped back into the empty room and stood for a moment looking down upon the scattered fragments of her last canvas.
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