Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess. What duty does a girl owe to any one before her father? Obedience to him, that is surely the first law. “Dinner is served, m’m,” said the efficient parlor-maid in the archway, and the worst was over. ‘It needs not that you tell me. That he was immolating Ruth on the altar of his conscience never broke in upon his thought for consideration. A fortnight passed, then a month. ” The wonderful likeness between the two girls was never less noticeable than at that moment. I love some one else.
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