‘Just what I was going to tell you, miss. Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand. A vague desire to justify himself ruffled her father. Her hair once more was arranged with its old simplicity. Besides, he might hear things. I’m not to study, I’m not to grow. It was you! It was exactly you, but it was probably the photo they thought it was your mother! I dug it up after combing the Reader’s Guide To Periodical Literature for like, six hours straight.
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