Perhaps I ate something spoiled for breakfast. Do you think it’s nothing to me to have my daughter running about London looking for odd jobs and disgracing herself?” “Sha’n’t get odd jobs,” said Ann Veronica, wiping her eyes. “It is very good of you to come and see me, my dear sister,” Annabel remarked, throwing herself into a low chair, and clasping her hands over her head. You cannot draw. The both of them puttering about the tidy two-story house, Lucy would serve them both steaming cups of tea in the front parlor.
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