"Whose child can this be?" "How the devil should I know!" replied Jonathan gruffly. He won’t have menservants inside the house, and his collection of carriages is only fit for a museum—where most of his friends ought to be, by-the-bye. He embraced her, kissing her cheek, then her neck. ‘You said?’ ‘Mrs Sindlesham, your great-aunt, miss. She thought of the suitcase, the seventy-seven dollars for a Greyhound ticket that had expired. ’ Gerald eyed her with interest. 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.
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