The world into which she was so boldly venturing was going to be wonderful, but never so wonderful as the world within these paper covers. ” Ann Veronica gave him a pallid profile. ‘But you will not be in a convent. And in these crowded four weeks, what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows, only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had plucked a bitter truth—she was alone. As concertmaster, it was Lucy’s duty to seat the orchestra as well as tune them. Why, that boy could hide for thirty years—without the girl. The supreme effect for Ann Veronica was its surpassing relevance; it made every other atmosphere she knew seem discursive and confused. “You are a miracle! God spares few from the Pestilence. “I’d chuck this lark right off if I were you, Vee,” he said. And now—Dear! Dear! The dayspring from on high hath visited me.
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