“You ass and imbecile, Ann Veronica! You female cad! Cad! Cad!. ” Sydney looked at her doubtfully. ‘I recall my father speaking of you as a Remenham. But she certainly remembered that when she was a little girl he sometimes wore tennis flannels, and also rode a bicycle very dexterously in through the gates to the front door. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. They seemed the most wrapped things in all Ann Veronica’s wrappered world. They were bickering, she could tell by the way the mother threw her fat arms into the air and paced restlessly about the tiny clapboard house. ’ ‘Dieu du ciel! But this is catastrophe. Already Cosette was her chosen friend.
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