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“Think of what Lady Palsworthy will say! Think of what”—So-and-so —“will say! What are we to tell people? “Besides, what am I to tell your father?” At first it had not been at all clear to Ann Veronica that she would refuse to return home; she had had some dream of a capitulation that should leave her an enlarged and defined freedom, but as her aunt put this aspect and that of her flight to her, as she wandered illogically and inconsistently from one urgent consideration to another, as she mingled assurances and aspects and emotions, it became clearer and clearer to the girl that there could be little or no change in the position of things if she returned. One gets drawn into things. ’ ‘And was not she put out?’ demanded Miss Froxfield with a tinkling laugh. Ann Veronica forgot him as soon as she was through the gate, and her face resumed its expression of stern preoccupation. Her father was an astute businessman and a hard worker, but also handsome in the face which had aided partly his ascension to the Guild. “Why did you ever let me love you? Why did you ever let me peep through the gates of Paradise? Oh! my God! I don’t begin to feel and realize this yet.
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