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“Look here, father,” she said, with a change in her voice, “suppose I won’t stand it?” He regarded her as though this was a new idea. By now the horses would be rested and he might go as swiftly back again. It was a castoff of Shari’s from her brief obsession with sewing. " "We'll be waiting for you. Ann Veronica looked down at her fingers on the claret-colored table-cloth. How the devil did you break a picture?’ ‘Don’t be obtuse, Hilary. At the sound of the door Ann Veronica uncovered a tearless face, and with one swift movement assumed a conversational attitude. The sun was setting in spectacular multicolored streams beyond Whitefield Park.
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