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Ann Veronica had had some training at the Tredgold College in disentangling threads from confused statements, and she had a curious persuasion that in all this fluent muddle there was something—something real, something that signified. " "Ask them, all of them, and I will gladly answer. The thought of their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact— disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again. Miss Stanley had determined from the outset to have the warmest affection for her youngest niece and to be a second mother in her life—a second and a better one; but she had found much to battle with, and there was much in herself that Ann Veronica failed to understand. She found herself again in the presence of some element in life about which she had been trained not to think, about which she was perhaps instinctively indisposed to think; something which jarred, in spite of all her mental resistance, with all her preconceptions of a clean and courageous girl walking out from Morningside Park as one walks out of a cell into a free and spacious world. It’s all outside the world of your experience. I have tried taking a little blood from various donors. ‘For that I shall certainly not leave until you have told me every tiny detail. Oh, what’s his name? It’s on the tip of my tongue. My foster mom works there as a second job. (“Good job. "Ah!" exclaimed Wild, looking angrily towards his supposed attendant.
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