She was glad not to be baking in it anymore, or feeling the fiberglass splinters 64 invading her rear end from sitting on the bleachers. Their chit-chat stopped when they reached the bench. They made a stratum into which Ann Veronica was now plunged up to her neck; it had become her stratum. ‘Ah, Madame Joan. It had been Ann Veronica’s lot as the youngest child to live in a home that became less animated and various as she grew up. She sat down by the paperrack with a general feeling of resemblance to Vivie Warren, and looked through the Morning Post and Standard and Telegraph, and afterward the half-penny sheets. Her figure, though slight, had all the fulness of health; and her complexion—still pale, but without its former sickly cast,—contrasted agreeably, by its extreme fairness, with the dark brows and darker lashes that shaded eyes which, if they had lost some of their original brilliancy, had gained infinitely more in the soft and chastened lustre that replaced it. They were filthy after the burial. ” Ann Veronica turned her back on the Michaelmas daisies, and faced toward the house with an air of a duty completed. When I awoke I followed my instinct to Athena’s temple.
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