His smile faded. Hitherto it had been qualified by her conception of all life as a compromise, by her new effort to be unexacting of life. As they passed beneath the thick trees that shade the road to Dollis Hill, the gloom was almost impenetrable. Melusine’s eyes blazed into his. Inside was Anna, leaning a little forward to watch the passers-by, bright-eyed, full to the brim of the insatiable curiosity of youth—the desire to understand and appreciate this new world in which she found herself. And her mother, looking unusually alert and hectic, wore cream and brown also, made up in a more complicated manner. There was no keeping Sheila from the truth, and it was better that anyone who lived under her roof knew it.
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