" "O Jack, dear, dear Jack!" cried Mrs. Still, his conscience was partly satisfied. They WERE, she realized, acutely beautiful things. It hung from the centre of a stout pole, each end of which rested upon the calloused shoulder of a coolie; an ordinary Occidental chair with a foot-rest. To-day is for the sights; the other three days—lessons. His eyes were fixed upon the tablecloth. Every one looked at Anna. Ann Veronica found herself incompetent, undignified, and detestable, holding on desperately to a hardening antagonism to her father, quarrelling with him, wrangling with him, thinking of repartees—almost as if he was a brother.
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