From the first, Ann Veronica found him an exceptionally interesting man. ‘I can’t tell you the times
I’ve wished for a gun to point at Hilary’s head. 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. She began to tremble violently. ”
John’s father added. ”
She relented. Your career at
the bar had given you a command of language, also a self-control not vouchsafed
to us ordinary mortals. Some day she wanted to be loved as Marius loved Cosette; but there was another
character which bit far more deeply into her mind. If Winifred remained silent, her looks would have disarmed a person of less
assurance than the woollen-draper. “We are, or rather we were, so much alike then
that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other. "
"I was never going to tell anybody," she added. "
"Wonderful! It's an infernal shame.
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