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But I see now. Norris. Her aunt had a once exasperating habit of interrupting her work with demands for small household services, but now Ann Veronica rendered them with a queer readiness of anticipatory propitiation. ’ ‘Don’t call me by name,’ she snapped. Now what? There was an interest, or why ask him who they were. Danger, the most terrible she had ever faced, was substantially in this room. Niece and aunt regarded each other for a moment over their pockethandkerchiefs with watery but antagonistic eyes, each far too profoundly moved to see the absurdity of the position. Many things were only words, sounds; she could not construct these words and sounds into objects; or, if she did, invariably missed the mark. ” The ants seemed to salute in attention. ‘For that I shall certainly not leave until you have told me every tiny detail.
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