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Are you going to write a novel?” “Not I,” she answered gaily. 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 had particular reasons for wanting to keep Spurlock away from the jetty. But she does not resemble you in any other way. She took a shower after a particularly harsh volleyball debacle only to find that her locker had been picked and her outfit of the day, gray sweatpants and a shapeless pink sweater, were gone. “Of course,” she said diffidently, “this is a boarding-house, although we never take in promiscuous travellers.
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