Ann Veronica was not aware of this literary side of her teacher; she had a little tinge of annoyance at Miss Garvice’s advantage. It was the day I borrowed a pencil; the day we first spoke to one another. ‘Prudence? This name I have heard it spoken. We’re hedged about with discretions— and all this furniture—and successes! We are successful at last! Successful! But the mountains, dear! We won’t forget the mountains, dear, ever. ’ ‘Not if you want one of good family, no,’ he agreed mildly.
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