And then: “Of course! Always. This woman knows me—’ throwing the remark at Lucilla ‘—and that I am the daughter of Mary Remenham. The mother was far more real to her than the father; the ghostly far more substantial than the living form. I see that I am a beast—I beg your pardon, bête—and an imbecile, and an idiot. ’ ‘I find that difficult to believe,’ snapped the general, jerking to and fro as his agitation mounted. You are NOT going to that ball!” Ann Veronica tried a less genial, more dignified note. It was, Ann Veronica felt, as a sip or so of that remarkable blend warmed her blood, just the sort of thing that her aunt would not approve, to be lunching thus, tete-a-tete with a man; and yet at the same time it was a perfectly innocent as well as agreeable proceeding. ’ Ignoring this, the major slipped his hands about her waist and lifted her to her feet.
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