Her girl Clarice was next, dying within a single day,
blood leaking from her pretty brown eyes like an image of
the Blessed Virgin. In a momentary fury she seized and tore in pieces the
study which remained upon the easel. Father and daughter
regarded each other warily, each more than a little insecure with the other. “But, my dear!” said Ann Veronica’s aunt. “I want some advice,” said Ann Veronica. “Suppose I chuck it,” she remarked, standing with the mauve slip in her hand
—“suppose I chuck it, and surrender and go home! Perhaps, after all, Roddy was
right!
“Father keeps opening the door and shutting it, but a time will come—
“I could still go home!”
She held Ramage’s check as if to tear it across.
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