Her father’s ideas of expostulation were a little harsh and forcible, and over the claret-colored table-cloth and under the gas chandelier, with his hat and umbrella between them like the mace in Parliament, he and his daughter contrived to have a violent quarrel. He swore that I was his wife, that chance had given me to him at last. "Do you think I'd part with the sweetest morsel of revenge on those terms? No! But I'll have the secret out of you by other means. " "Be still!" returned Jonathan, in the same under tone, and with great selfpossession: "I can yet save you. " "And do you think I'll allow you to depart," cried Jonathan in a menacing tone, "and compromise my safety? No, no. It was comforting to have her there, snoring gently. He had reacted by laughing at her, informing her coolly that she was naïve in many things. CHAPTER THE SECOND ANN VERONICA GATHERS POINTS OF VIEW Part 1 “Are you coming to the Fadden Dance, Ann Veronica?” asked Constance Widgett. I shall barely be in time for the theatre.
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