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The
door leaned inward. Love is one thing and friendship quite another. Still—I don’t know whether I quite like—Something ramshackle
about those people, Vee. What I said about your brat was all stuff. The tired woman looked up in inquiring silence at Ann Veronica’s
diffident entry. He can't play cards, either, when he's sober. Here you only waste your time. She used to lock Jordan and Josiah in the closet
when they were toddlers. He won’t be in
uniform. Spare him!—pity me!"
With this she arose, and, taking up the infant, was about to proceed down stairs,
when she was alarmed by hearing the street-door opened, and the sound of heavy
footsteps entering the house. Also Lucy, who had been so much her friend. Certain phases of irony always caused him to
chuckle audibly. “I
don’t mind, of course, your seeing her sometimes, still there are differences—
differences in social atmospheres. ’ He strode to the fireplace behind the leather-topped desk and
addressed his own reflection in the mirror, wagging an admonitory finger in his
own face.
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