He had no use for Ann Veronica; he had never had a use for her since she had been too old to sit upon his knee. Seven hundred forty-two dollars and eighty-one cents, the sum total of her money in the world that she hid in a filigreed cigar box shelved behind her schoolbooks. He smiled. . ’ ‘Ah, non?’ Her voice was neutral.
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