‘You see, it is that my papa, he is without sympathy,’ said the lady sadly. Ann Veronica looked down at her fingers on the claret-colored table-cloth. Wood, who appeared to be collecting her energies for a terrible explosion, "in the hope that they may prove acceptable. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome.
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