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Ten minutes' walk brought them to the hotel. It was a bogus affair
altogether, kept by some blackguard or other of an Englishman. Ann
Veronica had come down thinking of nothing in the world but her inflexible
resolution to go to the dance in the teeth of all opposition. \"Junior prom is in two and a half weeks. ” She hesitated. Michelle seemed so
innocent and sweet. Several
people were passed out on the sectional sofa, and muffled
noises emanated from other rooms indicating that the
party’s embers were still smoldering, but John was
nowhere to be seen. ’ He
regarded her thoughtfully. They reluctantly went
back to school the Thursday after New Year’s Day. 270
“Curse that boy!” He chuckled and stomped the
water. I wonder. Ann Veronica paused before she answered. But—”
The tired woman raised her eyebrows in mild protest. Fortescue had not much ability to keep her sister, and a
little while after her mother’s death Ann Veronica met Gwen suddenly on the
staircase coming from her father’s study, shockingly dingy in dusty mourning
and tearful and resentful, and after that Gwen receded from the Morningside
Park world, and not even the begging letters and distressful communications that
her father and aunt received, but only a vague intimation of dreadfulness, a
leakage of incidental comment, flashes of paternal anger at “that blackguard,”
came to Ann Veronica’s ears.
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