She looked at him gravely and squinted. Whenever Ah Cum (whose normal stride was sufficient to keep him at the side of her chair) pointed out something of interest, she had to strain the cords in her neck to focus her glance upon the object. “My dear,” she began, with an affectionate hand on Ann Veronica’s shoulder, “I do SO wish you would realize how it grieves your father. He was reaching wearily for some kind of buffer to his harrying conscience. ‘Do you think I would do to him as he made a threat to do to me? No. She traced him by his scent.
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