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Ann Veronica felt suddenly an effect of tremendous pathos; she would have given anything to have been able to frame and make some appeal, some utterance that should bridge this bottomless chasm that had opened between her and her father, and she could find nothing whatever to say that was in the least sincere and appealing. One wants helpers and protectors—and clean water. Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess. But, perhaps, you'll first accompany me to my dwelling for a moment, that we may arrange our accounts before we start. Nothing like the direct approach, she thought. The bump was coarse and didn’t feel right. ‘I do not know the word in English. You sing better than Annabel ever did, you have even a better style. What do you say to Brighton——” Anna looked at him quietly—and he never finished his sentence. ‘I know what it means, numbskull! Didn’t spend years in the confounded country without picking up some of their infernal tongue. He noted an ebony cane laid close to hand, which suggested she was able to get about. ‘It is Yol—’ She broke off abruptly, her face collapsing into an expression of acute consternation.
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