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’ Quick anger flared, surpassing the fluttering hope. ’ ‘She again?’ enquired his hostess, her delicate brows rising ‘I beg your pardon, ma’am. She was civil, but she was obviously impatient to know his errand. Her father was distinctly irascible, and disposed more than ever to hide away among the petrological things—the study was turned out. Fortescue had not much ability to keep her sister, and a little while after her mother’s death Ann Veronica met Gwen suddenly on the staircase coming from her father’s study, shockingly dingy in dusty mourning and tearful and resentful, and after that Gwen receded from the Morningside Park world, and not even the begging letters and distressful communications that her father and aunt received, but only a vague intimation of dreadfulness, a leakage of incidental comment, flashes of paternal anger at “that blackguard,” came to Ann Veronica’s ears. Lady Lescelles, graceful, very fashionably but quietly dressed, leaned back and watched her with shrewd kindly eyes. \" Lucy replied.
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