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“Are you a special sort of clergyman,” she said, after a pause, and
looking down her nose at him, “or do you go to the Universities?”
“Oh!” he said, profoundly. Usually it was fish sticks and reheated noodles. Her mind went on generalizing. “Come, daddy,” said Ann Veronica, following her husband and Miss Stanley;
and in the fulness of her heart she gave a friendly squeeze to the parental arm. “This is wonderful! I’ve been feeling
that you had vanished from my world. I, too, want to understand—to walk with my head in the light. They are our food, Lucia, nothing more. ”
Brendon hesitated for a moment.
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