“What’s odd?” “Oh, everything!” She shivered, and went to the fire and poked it. “Your little flag of pride must flutter down with the rest of them, Ann Veronica. She stood, as it were, directed doorward, with her eyes watching every movement, listening to him, repelled by him and yet dimly understanding. "Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?" "Because you are my mother. I have always managed to survive, haven’t I?” She was eager to stop talking about her parents.
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