Ann Veronica watched her and wondered about her. “I wish he had,” she said. She drew up a chair and sat down, putting her palm on the damp, cold forehead. Was the situation so desperate that he could not pack his best things? She had packed lightly, not wanting to weigh down the carriage they would travel in. He was always word-building, a metaphorist, lavish with singing adjectives; but often he built in confusion because it was difficult to describe something beautiful in a new yet simple way. "I have nothing.
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