Sheppard is Constance Trenchard," replied Jonathan, maliciously. Where was this kindly world she had drawn so rosily in fancy? Disillusion everywhere. Then as she drew nearer paint showed upon her face, and a harsh purpose behind the quiet expression of her open countenance, and a sort of unreality in her splendor betrayed itself for which Ann Veronica could not recall the right word—a word, half understood, that lurked and hid in her mind, the word “meretricious. Every man in her life had betrayed her one way or another. The lunches were individual affairs: sandwiches, bottled olives and jam commandeered from the Victoria. But still she knew they were not right, and at times they became a horrible obsession as of something waiting for her round the corner.
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