I took the usual way home. Shot him, do you hear?”
“Good God!” he exclaimed, looking at her curiously. She kicked both of her legs with the
force of a bull, sending a blow into Rhea’s borrowed legs. She made herself serenely unaware of his existence, though it may be it
was his presence that sent her by the field detour instead of by the direct path up
the Avenue. 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. They were on their way back home, or so she had
thought. “What are you doing?” He cried.
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