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‘That’s why I never told Joan Ibstock that you were still with me when I wrote. 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. I should require you to accept no employment whatever upon the stage, and to remain out of England. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold of a West African trader. ‘Flirting, Gerald? A new come-out for you. We have lived under the same roof, but our ways seem to have lain wide apart. Talked about his years, his position and his constituents, and always sneaked off back to his hotel just when the fun was going to begin. She auditioned and got a summer job teaching violin at the Mozart summer music camp for children, catching the luckiest of breaks. “You seem to be taking our little joke more seriously than it deserves, Ferringhall,” he remarked.
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