” He stood before her, his hat in his hand, his head bent, his voice lowered to a convenient pitch. “You’re—I don’t know,” said Ann Veronica. Her father—man of rock—had never needed her, whereas Hoddy, even if he did not love her, would always be needing her. At the sound of the door Ann Veronica uncovered a tearless face, and with one swift movement assumed a conversational attitude. In privacy he read and reread it a dozen times, and eventually destroyed it by fire. "I was about to add," continued Gay, "that my opera shall have no music except the good old ballad tunes. You know that I am practically destitute, without means or any certain knowledge of where my next meal is coming from.
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