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” For some creditable moments in her life Ann Veronica was utterly disgusted with herself; she was wrung with a passionate and belated desire to move gently, to speak softly and ambiguously—to be, in effect, prim. The arrival of la tante Prudence late next day had changed all this, it is true. In spite of God and wasps and her father, she had stolen plums; and once because of discovered misdeeds, and once because she had realized that her mother was dead, she had lain on her face in the unmown grass, beneath the elmtrees that came beyond the vegetables, and poured out her soul in weeping. Her spirit awoke in dismay to an affection in ruins, to the immense undignified disaster that had come to them. “Then—then we can talk things out. Shari entered the room in a damp towel, fresh from the shower. We are going to have this chap writing books one of these days. “Heavens!” exclaimed Ann Veronica, with extraordinary passion. "I've waited supper, you perceive.
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