“No reason. There was a gulf of eight years between her and the youngest of her brace of sisters—an impassable gulf inhabited chaotically by two noisy brothers. It was locked. She would write to Gerald. Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. Ann Veronica woke rather later than usual, and lay awake for some minutes before she remembered a certain resolution she had taken in the small hours. ‘Do you think I would do to him as he made a threat to do to me? No. "Make it known among your friends. ‘You don’t favour her, bar the black hair. She could not bear the shame of it. "Have you sent off the note?" inquired Jack.
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