‘Yes, like you,’ she snapped, with a venomous glance, her role evidently forgotten for the moment. ‘He’d have been that happy if he’d known how you’re the spit of her, miss. ” And to them were presently added a roguish-looking young man, with reddish hair, an orange tie, and a fluffy tweed suit, and others who, in Ann Veronica’s memory, in spite of her efforts to recall details, remained obstinately just “others.
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