” “Impudent beggars,” Sydney growled. The daughters, he had hoped, would be their mother’s care. “It is hateful—diabolical!” he exclaimed. The same old lines and verses, over and over, until there had come times when shrieking would have relieved her. “I think we are growing sensible,” he said. Ann Veronica had come down thinking of nothing in the world but her inflexible resolution to go to the dance in the teeth of all opposition. Promise me one thing before I leave you.
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