” “Auntie?” asked Constance, who was conversant with Ann Veronica’s affairs. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. Tell me. ’ ‘Damn you, answer me!’ Her eyes flashed.
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