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Part 6 When Ann Veronica reached her little bed-sitting-room again, every nerve in her body was quivering with shame and self-disgust. A great bowl of scarlet carnations gleamed from a dark corner, set against the background of a deep brown wall. And, if I'd my own way with the Secretary of State, he never should. Miss Mary to the life, I said, and so she is. We've got to get him to care. “MY DEAR VERONICA,—Your aunt tells me you have involved yourself in some arrangement with the Widgett girls about a Fancy Dress Ball in London. My Mom and Dad were on the brink of divorce, what else is new, they still are. ” He began. “Let me see,” he said. Capes kept obstinately stiff, and spoke between his teeth. Joan told me it was hung somewhere in the house, only I couldn’t remember where after all this time. She was dressed in a simple evening gown of soft creamy silk, with a yoke of dark old embroidery that enhanced the gentle gravity of her style, and her black hair flowed off her open forehead to pass under the control of a simple ribbon of silver.
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