“Often,” he repeated, a little heavily. ” “Yes, but men;” said Ann Veronica, plunging; “don’t you want the love of men?” For some seconds they remained silent, both shocked by this question. “You ARE a female thing at bottom,” he admitted. "I will have it now," rejoined Trenchard, "or our agreement is void. Ann Veronica found herself incompetent, undignified, and detestable, holding on desperately to a hardening antagonism to her father, quarrelling with him, wrangling with him, thinking of repartees—almost as if he was a brother. He had, he felt, to create certain ideas and vivify certain curiosities and feelings in her. " Neither spinster noticed the reluctance in the tones. "So much the better," rejoined Sir Rowland. To-morrow I am going to Paris.
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