His glance swept up again and found her staring at him with much of her usual defiance, if a touch less of her customary assurance. Part 5 Ann Veronica’s resolve to have things out with her father was not accomplished without difficulty. ’ ‘You didn’t care. A full-curled wig descended half-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of "right Mechlin" was twisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists and bosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes. Her usual dignified reserve had availed her nothing. Her companion was a person of no inferior condition.
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