At a sign from Ah Cum, official custodian of the sightseers, the polechair coolies pressed toward the left and halted. "But to drag this innocent child into the muck! With her head full of book nonsense—love stories and fairy stories! Have you any idea of the tragedy she is bound to stumble upon some day? I don't care about you. Living’s just material. I'm heading for bed. Go on and tell me. Still, my tutor was a highly educated scholar—my father. He had been formally adopted by the Becks at the age of twelve. But, alas! she was beautiful—and beauty is a crime not to be forgiven by a jealous woman. ’ The dagger was in her hand. Part 4 At eight that evening Miss Stanley tapped at Ann Veronica’s bedroom door. ’ She flounced back to stare out of the window again. I'm ready to bear it all.
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