‘Softly, you say?’ she uttered, raging. "And now, to your own concerns. ‘And I’ll say it as often as I choose, you confounded impertinent wench! Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m your grandfather, girl. “Believe what, Michelle?” Lucy asked. It might be upset. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. She was the type that people of every age gravitated to, naturally affable and kind to everyone. She looked away. Ann Veronica found herself in the presence of the most disconcerting fact in human experience, the kindliness of people you believe to be thoroughly wrong. But—he was cleverer than any of you. 102 When he took her out, he was proud of her.
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