He tugged at the overly large hooded sweatshirt, which
she unzipped and let fall to the ground. This helped to
restore Ann Veronica’s self-command. She laughed till the tears stood in her eyes. Your poor cheeks are quite sunken and hollow. A woman hard to read, who seemed to delight in keeping locked up
behind that fascinating rigidity of feature the intense sensibility which had been
revealed to him, her master, only in occasional and rare moments of enthusiasm. "If things had gone smoothly," he thought, "I should have cursed the fellow's
stupidity. “For better or worse. “In the end,” it seemed to be thinking, “they embalmed me
with the utmost respect—sound spices chosen to endure—the best! I took my
world as I found it. She would never forget the agony of that first meal in the great dining room. “Through there,” he said, and pointed with the pamphlet he was carrying. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by
various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape
with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of
widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a
linsey-woolsey shawl.
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