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“I think, perhaps if you will excuse me, that we will defer the luncheon. I don't want her hurt. She had but to choose. . She tolerated spitballs in her curly hair and had to buy a new backpack when hers was stolen. The little old lady struck like a projectile upon the resounding chest of the foremost of these, and then Ann Veronica had got past and was ascending the steps. Everything I could do! Your father sat up all night. Then she sat watching the play, sometimes offering a helpful suggestion, sometimes letting her attention wander to the smoothly shining arms she had folded across her knees just below the edge of the table.
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