" "With a face as square and flat as a bottle of gin. ’ ‘What is all this about your proof?’ demanded Roding, diverted. “You will not even answer my letters. Her mother did not seem to like the new doctor at all, shunning him with a near superstitious dread. “Why on earth,” he asked, “did you hurt me like that?” Ann Veronica did her best to think she had not deliberately attempted to cause him pain. “Is it any one you know?” Brendon asked. Of the vast mass of these impressions Ann Veronica could make nothing at the time; there they were—Fact! She stored them away in a mind naturally retentive, as a squirrel stores away nuts, for further digestion. Ann Veronica found herself incompetent, undignified, and detestable, holding on desperately to a hardening antagonism to her father, quarrelling with him, wrangling with him, thinking of repartees—almost as if he was a brother.
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