Part 2 The next few weeks were a time of the very liveliest thought and growth for Ann Veronica. I’ve had the rarest luck and fallen on my feet. Washed in light from the vestry window, she held her ground, all thought at bay, bar the steel determination long ago instilled in her by her unconventional tutor. But she could not live in constant association with him without having these gaps filled. Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess. “I can get you,” Mr. “I want,” he said, with a white hand outstretched, “to take you out to tea. "Devilish nice ham you've got here!—capital pie!—and, as I live, a flask of excellent canary.
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