"My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. ‘Been led up the garden path by that confounded rapscallion. “By God! Ann Veronica,” he said, sighing deeply. "What's that to you?" retorted Jack, surlily.
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