The change in her face was not a pleasant one. Looked all over that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no sign of them. Imagination, coloured by the obscurity, peopled the air with phantoms. Ann Veronica hesitated with a question that had leaped up in her mind, and that she felt was cruel. You jumped, and I think that you left me. She slipped on white thin-soled tennis shoes with no socks, her ankles exposed as Shari had once suggested they be worn.
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