“Why could you not confide in us?”
“Do what?” said Ann Veronica. You care for me just a little, I know. Boys keep you busy, don’t they?” Lucy said in a light
tone. Her father’s ideas of expostulation were a little harsh and forcible, and
over the claret-colored table-cloth and under the gas chandelier, with his hat and
umbrella between them like the mace in Parliament, he and his daughter
contrived to have a violent quarrel. He uttered a deep groan, but said
nothing. “But I must, I will,” he answered fiercely. She inhaled a deep breath of air—London air. “She was the
High Priestess who turned me in Greece, before Rome. Wild, and his uncle, Sir
Rowland Trenchard. But the world didn’t do that.
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