His anger gave way to grim humour and he thrust towards them, leaning heavily on his cane. “This is mere nonsense, mere tongue-tied fear!” she said. Her sense followed the shoulders under his coat, down to where his flexible, sensitive-looking hand rested lightly upon the table. And now, when you come at last, you bring me this grandfather, and you dare to tell me I am like him. “Only married a few months ago and lived out at Hampstead. ” It was, Ann Veronica felt, at once absurd and extraordinarily right.
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