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Part 3 Ann Veronica’s father was a solicitor with a good deal of company business: a lean, trustworthy, worried-looking, neuralgic, clean-shaven man of fifty-three, with a hard mouth, a sharp nose, iron-gray hair, gray eyes, gold-framed glasses, and a small, circular baldness at the crown of his head. She went about in a negligent November London that had become very dark and foggy and greasy and forbidding indeed, and tried to find that modest but independent employment she had so rashly assumed. As time wore on, and they did not return, Mr. Give me but leave to try. "Where is it?" "Are you the mother of this child?" inquired the person who had first spoken, addressing Mrs. “Curious case—and sets one thinking. . I am a physician first, which gives the man in me a secondary part. Courtlaw found himself ushered without questions into Annabel’s long low drawing-room, fragrant with flowers and somewhat to his surprise, crowded with guests. Over the Lodge, upon a dial was inscribed the appropriate motto, "Venio sicut fur. I made it a point to bring beachcombers to the house to fill her with horror of mankind.
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