Her hair got loose, her hat came over one eye, and she had no arm free
to replace it. She made a quick movement, and the hand fell away. It was a haunted place. Two children, who had been caught in the jam-closet:
ingratiating smiles, back of which lay doubt and fear. How she had coveted her mother’s beauty and
sought to emulate it, if only to please her. At the
open door stood a young man in a rich garb with a mask on his face, who was
encouraging the mob by words and gestures. But if God is kind to me, someday I may
climb up to where you are. She was
caught by some of the bystanders, who offered by her every assistance in their
power. Neither
father, aunt, nor brothers made a sign, and then one afternoon in early February
her aunt came up in a state between expostulation and dignified resentment, but
obviously very anxious for Ann Veronica’s welfare.
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