"You're right Jack," he said, after a pause, during which he contemplated the picture with the most fixed attention: "this must have been my father!" "No doubt of it," answered Sheppard; "only compare it with Winny's drawing, and you'll find they're as like as two peas in a pod. ” “But how did they prove it?” “By science,” said Miss Miniver, and hurried on, putting out a rhetorical hand that showed a slash of finger through its glove. . She touched bow to strings, playing a fifth. You'll live to hate chicken; and the man in you will rise up and demand strong drink. Far away there was the one woman for this boy of mine—some human being who would understand the dear fool better than all the rest of the world. Perhaps he had had money in the coat, back in Hong-Kong, and had been robbed without knowing it. Her aunt had summoned up an altogether too vivid picture of her father as the masterful man, overbearing, emphatic, sentimental, noisy, aimless. If Jack Sheppard or his mother ever enter this house again, I leave it—that's all. She entered quietly and padded up to her shared bedroom. Whatever anticipation Ann Veronica had formed of this vanished in the reality.
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