Ann Veronica pushed aside a tea-cup and the vestiges of her strawberries and cream, and put her elbows before her on the table. But it was otherwise with the carpenter. You know the sort of thing. Anna followed her finger, and looked back into her sister’s face. I was always told my mother died the day I was born. They used the rope—not that a rope was at all necessary, but because Ann Veronica’s exalted state of mind made the fact of the rope agreeably symbolical; and, anyhow, it did insure a joint death in the event of some remotely possibly mischance. Probably she was married years ago and is now merely on the way to her husband's house. ” Anna stopped in front of her. “Are you serious?” “You know very well that I should never joke on such a subject.
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