"Certainly," replied Jonathan, with the most perfect sangfroid, "I'll undertake to
free you from the boy. She padded up the stairs to the bedroom, finding that
her sheets had been changed with a fresh pillow case to
welcome her weary head. That’s—
that’s my private life. Whatever anticipation Ann Veronica had formed of this
vanished in the reality. The world, she discovered, with these matters barred had no particular place
for her at all, nothing for her to do, except a functionless existence varied by
calls, tennis, selected novels, walks, and dusting in her father’s house. Wild will hang me. "What is this?" she wanted to know. A few days ago I saw him leave your
house. But here was a girl—she must be a girl,
since she was his daughter and pat-able—imitating the woman quite remarkably
and cleverly. "Speak English?" boomed the voice.
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