” “There’s art,” said Ann Veronica, “and writing. Her pulses began to race. ‘My papa he does not wish me to marry the man I choose, and thus he places me in the convent that the nuns may lock me up and I cannot escape. She addressed him in a tone of puzzlement. You go home and wait a century, Vee, and then try again.
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