If you talk of your faults, I shall talk of your splendors. Be so good as to let me pass, sir,” she added, looking her obstructor steadily in the face. With the extra seventy-five pounds she had put after birthing her final son, Steven, her knees weren’t in good shape to be running up and down stairs all day. She refused to accept her fate, but what is it that she could do about it? Night after night she invented alternatives. But that title he would not endure. He came in apologetically; all the old “Well, and how ARE we?” note gone; and once he asked Ann Veronica, almost furtively, “How’s Alice getting on, Vee?” Finally, on the Day, he appeared like his old professional self transfigured, in the most beautiful light gray trousers Ann Veronica had ever seen and a new shiny silk hat with a most becoming roll.
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