You'll live to hate chicken; and the man in you will rise up and demand strong drink. Miss Stanley walked round the garden thinking, and presently house and garden reverberated to Ann Veronica’s slamming of the front door. Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand. She thought of an old abandoned barn that she could inhabit further downriver, but shrugged off the idea in disdain. ‘You damned little fool! How dared you steal my sword?’ Her eyes flew open.
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