She had asked about that already, and her father had replied, evasively: “We’ll have to see about that, little Vee; we’ll have to see about that. And then, there would be the question of money. What in the world was the wench up to now? For it must be she. She saw herself begin a slow, sinuous dance: and stop suddenly in the middle of a figure, conscious that the dance was not impromptu, her own, but native—the same dance she had quitted but a few minutes gone. But your cracked skull is by no means a pleasing spectacle.
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