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‘It weren’t my wish, miss, I can tell you that. ” Nigel Ennison looked up with a little start. Her father’s ideas of expostulation were a little harsh and forcible, and over the claret-colored table-cloth and under the gas chandelier, with his hat and umbrella between them like the mace in Parliament, he and his daughter contrived to have a violent quarrel. ” Ann Veronica did.
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