" "What's that?" "Think it over," said McClintock, grimly. He uttered a short laugh. ” Chapter XXV THE STEEL EDGE OF THE TRUTH The manservant, with his plain black clothes and black tie, had entered the room with a deferential little gesture. It’s a thing I’ve unaccountably overlooked. She could have traded it for gold nuggets and lived like a queen for a few weeks, but she did not. She shook her head. The mother was far more real to her than the father; the ghostly far more substantial than the living form. ” “I’m not surprised at it. ” For some creditable moments in her life Ann Veronica was utterly disgusted with herself; she was wrung with a passionate and belated desire to move gently, to speak softly and ambiguously—to be, in effect, prim. "I knew how it would be," she cried, in the shrill voice peculiar to a shrew, "when you brought that worthless hussy's worthless brat into the house.
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