Ann Veronica passed from her aunt to her father, and put her arms about him and kissed his cheek. ” Ann Veronica looked at the mildly pensive gray eyes and the comfortable, rather refined face with a penetrating curiosity. His attraction for her was now written plainly on his freckled face, revealed by the many drinks he had imbibed. Her fancy dress, save for the green-gray stockings, the pseudo-Turkish slippers, and baggy silk trousered ends natural to a Corsair’s bride, was hidden in a large black-silk-hooded operacloak. He had grabbed a tiny remote control and flew the thing around the table, landing it there and turning it off. At Christmas he gave her a set of a small edition of Meredith’s novels, very prettily bound in flexible leather, being guided in the choice of an author, as he intimated, rather by her preferences than his own. “One has such ridiculous ideas of the wicked common people and the beautiful machinery of order that ropes them in. I am yours for the making over. She sought hastily in her mind for a plausible answer to an obvious question that didn’t come. ” And Ann Veronica at once went back with the hold-all, trying not to hurry indecently but to keep up her dignified air of being a wronged person doing the right thing at a smart trot, to pack. “Beats me.
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