“I promise, Lucy. ” “Friends!” said her father. With the aid of a penknife he ripped the shoulder seams and drew out the ten one-thousand dollar bills. He could not pull her soul apart now to satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he had put her outside that circle. “Bother!” and decided that this was not so, and would not look to right or left again. Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess. He would stare at her intensely when he was certain his parents were not looking in his direction.
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