For it was not a good thing to like one man too much when one was going to marry another. It isn’t illusions—for us. . The young lady in the bureau said she would inquire, and Ann Veronica, while she affected to read the appeal on a hospital collecting-box upon the bureau counter, had a disagreeable sense of being surveyed from behind by a small, whiskered gentleman in a frock-coat, who came out of the inner office and into the hall among a number of equally observant green porters to look at her and her bags. She was dressed as a white woman should be; and that for the present satisfied her instincts. This employment seemed to afford him the highest satisfaction; for a diabolical grin—it cannot be called a smile—played upon his face all the time he was engaged in it. He had an objective now. She, perhaps, displayed herself rather consciously as a fine person unduly limited. The oblique ruddy lighting distorted them oddly, made queer bars and patches of shadow upon their clothes. “I certainly knew him no better than you. ” She said. 1.
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