It isn’t because you’re good, but because I may be rotten bad; and there’s something—something living and understanding in you. A home MAY be a sort of cage, but still—it’s a home. ” Ennison escaped. ” “What did your aunt say?” “She didn’t even kiss me. “Am I hurting you?” She asked. ” Anna looked at her sister gravely. It was her past now, not Annabel’s. Neither father, aunt, nor brothers made a sign, and then one afternoon in early February her aunt came up in a state between expostulation and dignified resentment, but obviously very anxious for Ann Veronica’s welfare. She evolved a dim image of herself cooped up in a house under the benevolent shadow of Mr. ‘Why do you stand there? Take him up, and bring him out at once.
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