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“Well, I don’t feel like standing it. For a long time she surveyed a row of towering holly-hocks, as though they offered an explanation. Having made a hole in the wall sufficiently large to pass through, Jack first tossed the bar into the room and then crept after it. Grasping one of chairs about the little table, he drew it forward and sat astride it, in a fashion as insolent as it was unexpected. 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. Home!— which I never hoped to see again. Think, ma’am. There is Lady Arlingford’s reception to-night, ten till twelve, and the Hatton House ball, marked with a cross, sir, important.
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