Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand. ‘Grace à vous, I am compelled to rescue myself. Who could say that the girl's father had not once been a fashionable clergyman in the States and that drink had got him and forced him down, step by step, until—to use the child's odd expression—he had come upon the beach? She was cynical, this spinster. Manning had shown on previous occasions that he found Ann Veronica interesting and that he wished to interest her. "It was that song that put it into my head to cut my name on the beam. I'll talk to her in the morning, but she won't understand what I'm driving at. E.
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