Then he turned round and gazed thoughtfully at the particular spot in the fog where Courtlaw had disappeared. He had been the one to dress her in the finest silks and brocades, and here she was, displayed for the world to see in 248 drugstore makeup and the uniform of an old schoolteacher. He kept his keen eyes steadily fixed on Thames, as if awaiting to be addressed. None of the things they said and did were altogether new to Ann Veronica, but now she got them massed and alive, instead of by glimpses or in books—alive and articulate and insistent. It was a habit of his to talk to himself.
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