“Don’t think that I have been playing the spy upon you,” he continued. All the turnkeys were assembled. He dressed rather after the fashion of the West End than the City, and
affected a cultured urbanity that somehow disconcerted and always annoyed Ann
Veronica’s father extremely. Left alone, Jonathan lighted a lamp, and, opening the trap-door, descended the
secret stairs. Never again to be alone! To fit herself into this
man's life as a hand into a glove; to use all her skill to force him into the position
of depending upon her utterly; to be the spark to the divine fire! He should have
his book, even if it had to be written with her heart's blood. Teenage boys never change, she thought to herself. “Maybe we could swing a scholarship to Boston
College for you, you know, with your violin and all. Spurling, as if struck by a sudden idea. He became primitive, literal in his
conception; the ramifications were, for the nonce, fairly relegated to limbo. I'll have a
peep at him, if I die for it," she muttered, as she went out.
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