" "Then this is not my child?" exclaimed she, with increased astonishment. That had taken her by surprise, and her tired wits had failed her. She was aware of people—her aunt, her father, her fellow-students, friends, and neighbors— moving about outside this glowing secret, very much as an actor is aware of the dim audience beyond the barrier of the footlights. She did not try to approach him. She had asked to borrow his pencil out of dire necessity. Part 4 At eight that evening Miss Stanley tapped at Ann Veronica’s bedroom door. “Annabel at last,” he shouted.
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