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“You’re our superstar!” Turning to her foster father, she was bear hugged again, squashing the white carnations. He had had five children at irregular intervals, of whom Ann Veronica was the youngest, so that as a parent he came to her perhaps a little practised and jaded and inattentive; and he called her his “little Vee,” and patted her unexpectedly and disconcertingly, and treated her promiscuously as of any age between eleven and eight-and-twenty. ‘But how did she meet such a person in a convent?’ ‘He was wounded and came there for sanctuary,’ Gerald explained, adding almost through his teeth. Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound books—which, she realised, were not books at all. The less said, therefore, on this point the better; because, as nothing is to be gained by it, it would only be trouble thrown away. But this afternoon it discovered an unusual vein of irritability in her.
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