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Let us pass, Sir. Ann Veronica surveyed his sloping back for a moment, and then drew her microscope toward her. Across that world was written in letters of light, “Endowment of Motherhood. “I think we have,” he answered, gravely, and took her in his arms, and smoothed her hair from her forehead, and very tenderly kissed her lips. He was unusually absurd and ready, and all the time it seemed to Ann Veronica as a delightful possibility, as a thing not indeed to be entertained seriously, but to be half furtively felt, that he was being so agreeable because she had come back again. “I think this ends the business,” he said, turning to his sister.
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