Like the nuns, she hardly ever looked in a mirror. The light disappeared. A new inexplicable madness that urged him to shrill ironically the story of his coat—to take it off and fling it at the feet of any stranger who chanced to be nigh. Whatever anticipation Ann Veronica had formed of this vanished in the reality. She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised.
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