She saw now that it was not a dissipated face; it was as smooth and unlined as
polished marble, which at present it resembled. He came in apologetically; all the old “Well, and how ARE we?”
note gone; and once he asked Ann Veronica, almost furtively,
“How’s Alice getting on, Vee?” Finally, on the Day, he appeared like his old
professional self transfigured, in the most beautiful light gray trousers Ann
Veronica had ever seen and a new shiny silk hat with a most becoming roll. ‘Yes, like you,’ she snapped, with a venomous glance, her role evidently
forgotten for the moment. I am going to help take care of him," said Ruth, quite ordinarily, as though
taking care of unknown derelicts was an ordinary event in her life.
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