“Veronica!” cried Miss Stanley, warningly, and, “Peter!” For a moment they seemed on the verge of an altogether desperate scuffle. ‘Yes, a very sad story,’ agreed the major. She practiced swaddling on a doll, pretending to pat the head of her imaginary infant boy. His food lay untouched about his plate. “I have not the least idea who he is.
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