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“I am sorry,” she said, “if you find the likeness unsatisfactory. ‘All right,
Trodger. Part 2
In the late afternoon, as Ann Veronica was gathering flowers for the dinnertable, her father came strolling across the lawn toward her with an affectation of
great deliberation. Jolly nose! the bright rubies that garnish thy tip
Are dug from the mines of canary;
And to keep up their lustre I moisten my lip
With hogsheads of claret and sherry. But I'll not believe it of you. He was normal now, and the coat was only
a coat. “Why
can’t he reason with me,” she said, again and again, “instead of doing this?”
Part 3
There presently came a phase in which she said: “I WON’T stand it even now. Every time you mention the
father, she turns into marble.
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