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No matter how often she came across this phase in love stories, there was never anything explanatory: as if all human beings perfectly understood. “Do you mean, aunt,” she asked, “that my father thought I had gone off—with some man?” “What else COULD he think? Would any one DREAM you would be so mad as to go off alone?” “After—after what had happened the night before?” “Oh, why raise up old scores? If you could see him this morning, his poor face as white as a sheet and all cut about with shaving! He was for coming up by the very first train and looking for you, but I said to him, ‘Wait for the letters,’ and there, sure enough, was yours. Besides, you have so many talents, you build things. That last year in Paris, when Annabel and she had lived in different worlds, had often been a nightmare to her. He's got the gift of the gab. Ann Veronica wondered what her father would do if she were to tell him the full story of her relations with Ramage.
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