Ann Veronica looked up at him and found him regarding her with eyes that were almost woebegone, and into which, indeed, he was trying to throw much more expression than they could carry. The villagers were thronging to church. “I shall be very glad to have you for a friend,” he said, “loving friend. "An oath weighs little with me, compared with your safety. It was a gracious gesture, she thought, as he trudged to the Beck’s humble doorstep in his stiff blue polyester uniform. The blinds were all drawn, the sunlight kept out, one could not tell what colors these gray swathings hid. He had become an extremely handsome man, his hair having darkened and his shoulders having realized their full size. She loved the market, the horses trotting about, the bishops forced to be on the same road with old washer-women, the fools begging for a Florin or a ducat.
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