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Ann Veronica found herself incompetent, undignified, and detestable, holding on desperately to a hardening antagonism to her father, quarrelling with him, wrangling with him, thinking of repartees—almost as if he was a brother. " "Come, lad; let's have it," said McClintock. I didn’t know. ‘Laisse-moi!’ Impatience swamped him. She reached the station, and mingling with a crowd of excursionists who had come from the river on the other side, took her place in the train unnoticed. 271 His parents suggested that he go into therapy. The cause of this uproar was soon manifest. Her family had hosted a feast in his honor for which they had taken weeks to prepare: with braised capons and lobster sausages and all sorts of delicious spiced stews her mother had made from secret recipes.
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