Ennison kicked it away with his foot. Ann Veronica found herself incompetent, undignified, and detestable, holding on desperately to a hardening antagonism to her father, quarrelling with him, wrangling with him, thinking of repartees—almost as if he was a brother. She winced as he thrust the fact at her, was about to answer, and checked herself. Confidence in himself would strengthen him. "I have been very unhappy. I’m not Gerald, remember. If he wants you, let him get you. There are way-stations—even terminals. It now came to him with an added thrill how well she had told her story; simply and directly, no skipping, no wandering hither and yon: from the first hour she could remember, to the night she had fled in the proa, a clear sustained narrative. Your name.
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