" "At least, I will hope so," returned Winifred. It isn't as if he were stricken with typhoid or pneumonia or something like that. ‘Go and fetch her home,’ he said; ‘it isn’t what we thought! It’s just a practical joke of hers. See? Down we should rush in a foam—in a cloud of snow—to flight and a dream. Miss Stanley had determined from the outset to have the warmest affection for her youngest niece and to be a second mother in her life—a second and a better one; but she had found much to battle with, and there was much in herself that Ann Veronica failed to understand. But—he was cleverer than any of you. ‘The credentials, milor’,’ he ventured. I can’t imagine what possessed you, Veronica. I did not know that you had even 244 started writing a symphony.
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