I wish she wouldn’t look like that at us over her glasses. Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand. Open that bottle with a blue seal, my dear. "Well, it's a good story.
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