CHAPTER XIX. Then light footsteps became audible, descending the staircase with a certain deliberation and a faint rustle of skirts. I do not choose the vicomte, for that would be foolish. I don’t know that I understand altogether. But this made the chase all the more exciting. Ann Veronica readjusted her chin on her hand. She didn’t like the shops, she didn’t like the other women’s faces; she thought the smirking men in frock-coats who dominated these establishments the most intolerable persons she had ever had to face. In these waters the shell has about given out.
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