No one ate with as much passionate gusto as a teenager could. Old Kesterton, choleric-looking individual nearly opposite, will curse the cooking till he’s black in the face, but he never misses a dinner. “It’s no sort of good, Ann Veronica, pretending one does believe when one doesn’t. One thing—he could be thankful for that—the peak of his misfortunes had been reached; the world might come to an end now and not matter in the least. But I don’t think she lays hold of one so. ” “Oh, gimme a break, Lucy.
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