\" Diane chirped once again, ever-musical. Whatever she does is minimized. There was hope for me then. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. Father and daughter regarded each other warily, each more than a little insecure with the other. He—wanted to marry me. . My Mom and Dad were on the brink of divorce, what else is new, they still are. ’ ‘Yes, it’s all my fault,’ he agreed soothingly, ‘and you may rail at me presently as much as you please. "Good-b'ye!" And with a cordial shake of the hand he took his departure. ” “Wherever you like!” he answered, a little absently. Nigel Ennison, Annabel.
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