“Annabel,” she said, “you are my sister, or I would bid you take the flowers if
you care for them, and leave the room. They were so good to me. ‘How is this?
Proo-den-ss. If you had taken your degree, for example. I am aware that you ran away from
there, but—’
‘Certainly I ran away,’ she said, meeting his gaze with defiance in her own. ’
‘Who, Joan, who? Of whom do you speak?’
‘Mrs Sindlesham. He stepped in with a heavy foreboding of calamity. ’ He only laughed. “You are developing far too retentive a memory for praises,” said Ann
Veronica. Then suddenly with a rush came reality, came
“growing up”; a hasty imperative appeal for seriousness, for supreme
seriousness.
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