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‘I’m damned if I see what you have to complain of,’ uttered Charvill, a faintly bewildered note underlying his irascibility. Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth. Sniveling brats, little fatherless bastards, you should breathe a sigh of relief. He had not remembered her as looking so small. He was suddenly calm. She knew that in her new rôle she was as likely as not to be a rank failure. 3.
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