“You mean to follow her. “Look here,” he cried out of a silence, with a sudden flash of understanding, “did you mean to throw me over when you came out with me this afternoon?” Ann Veronica hesitated, and with a startled mind realized the truth. I sha'n't utter a word. “By God!” said Ann Veronica for the first time in her life. Every inch of the house felt safe to her, small and welcoming. Please to let me go there. Mr. ’ To be sure there was a way. ’ ‘Merci,’ she sighed and, surrendering at last to his oft-proffered aid, allowed her head to droop onto his chest. Ann Veronica looked bright and a little elated, and she disregarded her father’s invitation to be seated. The asylum was approached by a broad gravel walk, leading through a garden edged on either side by a stone balustrade, and shaded by tufted trees. But I see very clearly that as things are a daughter is necessarily dependent on her father and bound while she is in that position to live harmoniously with his ideals.
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