" O'Higgins extracted a cigar from a pocket and inspected it. “What have I been all this time?” she asked herself, and answered, “Just stark egotism, crude assertion of Ann Veronica, without a modest rag of religion or discipline or respect for authority to cover me!” It seemed to her as though she had at last found the touchstone of conduct. Gentlemen, I am proud to say that I originated—that I directed those measures. How to hold her, how to keep her at his side; this was the problem with which he struggled. There was the stile on which Jonathan had sat, and he recollected distinctly the effect of his mocking glance— how it had hardened his heart against his mother's prayer. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure.
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