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Vitally,
she had the letter that proved her identity as a Charvill: the one her father had
written to the Abbess when he sent her to the convent. 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. He must not in any way call
their attention to it. “You MUST,” he said, “because of my depression. They
could not have called it a fatal motor accident if he had not been dead. ”
“But if we were?” said Ann Veronica. . 1. She was posing
before the mirror, critically, miserably, defensively, and perhaps bewilderedly. “Never mind, old chap,” he declared. So soft. Ruth stared thoughtfully at the waiting coolies. Her hair had become so matted that Sebastian had
sheared it off, which made her the very mirage of a nubile
young boy.
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