The cry was echoed by twenty different voices. She looked in the glass over and over as she checked for lint and makeup streaks. " "How so?" asked the other, distrustfully. She stopped abruptly, and looked in a flower-shop window. Love stories!… A sob rushed into her throat, and to smother it she buried her face in a pillow. "Had I not been the guilty wretch I am," he cried, bursting into an agony of tears, "she would never have died thus. And it’s like the petals falling from a flower. Ramage talked always about women or some woman’s concern, and very much about Ann Veronica’s own outlook upon life. I don’t know anyone.
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