Perhaps an hour later he would begin again. “Ann Veronica,” he said, “I tell you this is love. And what's more, I promise to abide by his decision. He was beginning to think about her inordinately. Do you know, Ann Veronica, it is all a lie about your birth certificate; a forgery—and fooling at that. That's part of the bargain. “I do hope you will be able to do this, because I value men friends. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. Her mother had died when she was thirteen, her two much older sisters had married off—one submissively, one insubordinately; her two brothers had gone out into the world well ahead of her, and so she had made what she could of her father. Go to her, I say, and take her in your arms, you poor benighted Ironsides! I can't make you see.
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