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Beneath the serene unconcern of Ann Veronica’s face was a boiling tumult. It seemed to her in her restored geniality that she liked Manning extremely. “But, dear, think! He is your father. No one seeing you together could doubt that she is your granddaughter. “I will have your true reason. Have you anything to ask me?” Ann Veronica readjusted her mind hastily. Think how free that leaves me to follow things up! I must take you everywhere. Shall I send him to Sir John?” Annabel was white to the lips, but her anger was not yet spent. He has three days to live. To witness this girl sewing on a loose button, flopping the coat about on her knees, tickled his ironic sense of humour; and laughter bubbled into his throat. He had quite enough to see to and worry about in the City without their doing things. He had reacted by pushing her away, disgust and frustration on his face. "I'm sure he won't attempt to prevent me," rejoined Thames.
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