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He seemed to avoid meeting Anna’s eyes as much as possible. ‘What’s this? Impertinence! French manners, is it?’ ‘Grace à vous,’ Melusine threw at him fiercely. Some man! And to conclude it all was the figure of her father in the doorway, giving her a last chance, his hat in one hand, his umbrella in the other, shaken at her to emphasize his point. She had eaten little or no tea, and her mid-day meal had been worse than nothing. “Why do you hate me again, my love?” He seemed to brighten, feeding upon the intensity of her emotion. It was like the grin of a fiend, and made my flesh creep on my bones.
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