On a high chair behind a raised counter the stipendiary’s substitute regarded her malevolently over his glasses. His gaze drawn, Gerald watched him dip to pick up a crushed square of white linen and a starched object that resembled a helmet. "That I can't say. In a little while—to-morrow—all these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster. ” The topic of his invalid wife bored him, and he turned at once to Ann Veronica. She went on her way now no longer dreaming and appreciative, but disturbed and unwillingly observant behind her mask of serene contentment.
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