They moved fast. Once she had asked him: "Are you my father?" He had answered: "I am. A girl—at my age—is grown-up. Ann Veronica halted a pace, and Miss Klegg came alongside. She had always had a wonderful ear for phrasing, even back in the days of the viol. "How, Sir?" "Except by adoption. She would not look at him, would not think of him; when her mind wavered, then she muttered to herself in the darkness so as to keep hold of her generalizations.
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