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I struck him across the face, jumped out and went back by train to Paris. The baby did not strike at Sebastian. “Aren’t we all just odds and ends of humanity —the left-overs, you know. She had asked about that already, and her father had replied, evasively: “We’ll have to see about that, little Vee; we’ll have to see about that. Beneath the serene unconcern of Ann Veronica’s face was a boiling tumult. "I cannot—will not suffer you to remain here. Why on earth couldn’t he leave her to grow in her own way? Her pride rose at the bare thought of return. ” She shivered. He had had five children at irregular intervals, of whom Ann Veronica was the youngest, so that as a parent he came to her perhaps a little practised and jaded and inattentive; and he called her his “little Vee,” and patted her unexpectedly and disconcertingly, and treated her promiscuously as of any age between eleven and eight-and-twenty. Ann Veronica forgot him as soon as she was through the gate, and her face resumed its expression of stern preoccupation.
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