"Here, Tom," he
added, calling to a shop-boy, "run and fetch a constable. ”
Courtlaw laid his hand upon Ennison’s shoulder. There,
hanging among Ann Veronica’s more normal clothing, was a skimpy dress of red
canvas, trimmed with cheap and tawdry braid, and short—it could hardly reach
below the knee. “I am delighted to see you, Mr. ”
With a little crash the pistol fell from her shaking fingers. I never saw a man who wasn't. ” Lord, he was right! But softly now. Ann Veronica
found herself incompetent, undignified, and detestable, holding on desperately to
a hardening antagonism to her father, quarrelling with him, wrangling with him,
thinking of repartees—almost as if he was a brother.
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