From then until four in the afternoon there was nothing to do—the whole island went to sleep. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. She was dressed in a simple evening gown of soft creamy silk, with a yoke of dark old embroidery that enhanced the gentle gravity of her style, and her black hair flowed off her open forehead to pass under the control of a simple ribbon of silver. “There’s no delusions, so far as I know,” said Ann Veronica. She wasn’t well-liked really, I think people were jealous of her. "But I can guess what it's for.
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