‘What in Hades d’ye mean, thanks to me? Want to blame anyone, blame that rapscallion who calls himself your father. Stanley regarded his neighbor’s clean-shaven face almost warily. Your son was seen by the carpenter's wife in company with the robbers. Ann Veronica was one of the few young people—and one must have young people just as one must have flowers—one could ask to a little gathering without the risk of a painful discord. I should think, Anna, that your own sense—er—of propriety would enable you to see this.
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