Come into the parlour, Winifred, and dry your eyes directly, or I'll send you to bed. Cased and ribbed with stone, and braced with horizontal beams of timber, the piles, which formed the foundation of these jetties, had resisted the strong encroachments of the current for centuries. "Is it you?" "It is," replied Sheppard, as he untied the cords. 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. Nothing else was put in their place, and they remained sotto voce, as it were, in his mind.
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