" The poor widow hung her head, and pressed her child closer to her breast. ” Ann Veronica started from her reverie, sat up in her chair, became attentive. She was alone, and the mask of her unchanging high spirits was for the moment laid aside. Sensing his discomfort, she stood up and brushed lint off of the hem of her gray miniskirt. “I have a letter for him from his brother, which I was just leaving. His jawline was 78 masculine and severe, only tempered by the soft hazy color of his eyes. "And I'll bet a doughnut that boy in his soul is crazy to have it over with. See paragraph 1.
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