"I've been wondering, until this morning, if you were real. Lucy could see her striding down a Parisian
catwalk quite easily. 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. Wood. His
stories had enchanted her, even if in some deep corner of her heart she guessed
they were not entirely true. Like
appendicitis. “He has a stubbly yellow moustache, weak eyes, and great
horrid hands. I fought ten lions at once.
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