Ann Veronica decided that “hoydenish ragger” was the only phrase to express her. She dared not look directly at him, her head obscured by a gray hoodie, she had the slumped appearance of an androgynous adolescent. She cut a deep gash into her own arm with a steel screw, loosing drops of her own blood onto the floorboards. The kindly American consul-general had himself taken her to the bank, where her banknotes had been exchanged for a letter of credit, and had thoroughly advised her. Somebody may be on the watch—perhaps, that old ginger-hackled Jew. Dizzily, she grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. Sister Angelina shook her head as if to say that such ignorance was beyond her. “It is not possible,” he exclaimed. ToC Twelve years! How many events have occurred during that long interval! how many changes have taken place! The whole aspect of things is altered.
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