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Ann Veronica felt suddenly an effect of tremendous pathos; she would have given anything to have been able to frame and make some appeal, some utterance that should bridge this bottomless chasm that had opened between her and her father, and she could find nothing whatever to say that was in the least sincere and appealing. ‘Well then, Melusine,’ he said calmly, ‘it seems as if we must get you your dowry willy-nilly. She offers me no explanation, permits me absolutely no hope. He tried again. And you are something of a heroine, too. Old saltwater was right. I've my own reasons for disliking this job. She had tried him as a Crusader, in which guise he seemed plausible but heavy—“There IS something heavy about him; I wonder if it’s his mustache?”—and as a Hussar, which made him preposterous, and as a Black Brunswicker, which was better, and as an Arab sheik. That there gatekeeper would’ve called them out again. I have never wept since that day.
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