She felt a hysterical desire to strike him, to burst out crying, to blurt out the whole miserable truth. "What's your name?" he said, addressing the audacious lad, who was looking about him as coolly as if nothing material was going on. ” “It’s very kind of you—” began Ann Veronica. Red velvet curtains rustled under dim lights as the door shut with a heavy snap. The hurricane had now reached its climax. He could remember when women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had.
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