It was not true, Bonnet thought, that a man could turn gray overnight. Nor that he could age twenty years in a day. Age perhaps was only a question of optimism. He forced a simulation of a smile as he entered the apartment. If it were a question of expression, he might at least try to put on the sort of forced gaiety that was common to aging, wrinkled, defeated women. Though they still looked aged, these transparent masks at least raised their own spirits and gave them an illusion of deceiving others.
(from How To Steal A Million, by Michael Sinclair)
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