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But the stone was slippery; and the tide, which here began to feel the influence of the fall, was running with frightful velocity. Ann Veronica was not ready enough to deal with that counter-stroke. She came into the room. It is no good going into that. His face changed and she saw, with a stab at her heart, the dawning of irritation in his eyes. Even the abstract paintings on the wall were gray. Sheila had dropped glaring hints that she knew, which Chuck tacitly acknowledged with a lowered gaze. “Your father,” he said, “remarked that all’s well that ends well, and that he was disposed to let bygones be bygones.
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