Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of
somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her
heart. ‘She wants you. The image of Major Alderley came into her mind. She pitted aspirants against each
other in any way imaginable, with tests of science, math,
and sometimes will alone. "Eggs for me! You
mistake, child. ‘Certainly this is true,’ she managed. But this is not sufficient. 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. She passed people in
the streets and regarded them with a quickening apprehension, once or twice
came girls dressed in slatternly finery, going toward Regent Street from out these
places.
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