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. In all his life he had never realized a dream; but
the thought had never before hurt him. She took up one of her father’s
novels and put it down again, fretted up to her own room for some work, sat on
her bed and meditated upon the room that she was now really abandoning
forever, and returned at length with a stocking to darn. "In favour of my son. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like
columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were
black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. ’
‘As far as I know it, ma’am.
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