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Hoddy, what made you do it? Whatever made you do it?" "God knows! Something said to me: Take it! Take it! And … I took it. Wood; "and I did so to see how far your effrontery would carry you. What a heat that news had wrought. 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. He will not help them—and I told Emile so—and thus he sends them to my other grandpére, even that he knows he is dead. How do you like the story?” “Go on,” said Ann Veronica, a little hoarsely, “tell me all of it. Why shouldn’t we be martyrs? There’s nothing else for most of us, anyhow.
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