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Ann Veronica had had some training at the Tredgold College in disentangling threads from confused statements, and she had a curious persuasion that in all this fluent muddle there was something—something real, something that signified. I have suffered him to be brought up decently—honestly; because I would make his fall the greater, and deepen the wound I meant to inflict upon his mother. She wanted to be on with the show. He had the appearance of a man who has known no rest for many nights. It had thrust her back with an undignified scuffle, with vulgar comedy, with an unendurable, scornful grin. Once she had asked him: "Are you my father?" He had answered: "I am. It seems to me just talk; it seems to me like the fancy of a dream. I did not know how he would act if I obstructed him. That had shut him up for a while. Two-and-twenty! I can’t imagine what your parents can be thinking about to let you get into these scrapes.
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