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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. The knight and his followers crossed the threshold, leaving one of the torch-bearers behind them. "Hark 'ee, Ben," said the old sailor, knocking the ashes from his pipe upon the hob; "you may try, but dash my timbers if you'll ever cross the Thames to-night. Did you realize?\" Lucy's mouth twisted into a half-smile that she could not help.
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