“Beasts!” But Miss Miniver took no notice of his admission. Her eyes still had the fevered glow of sickness, yet she seemed in perfect health. The danger or difficulty of an exploit never appalled him. 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. You are afraid of the warmth in your blood.
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