” He read it in winter in the evening after dinner, and Ann Veronica associated it with a tendency to monopolize the lamp, and to spread a very worn pair of dappled fawn-skin slippers across the fender. At last—I told a story. " "There was Father," suggested Angelina gently. A woman isn’t much freer—in reality. When she had finished the first tale, there was a sense of disappointment. “It rained the whole of the time, but we saw all the sights, and the place never seemed dull. Or was that perhaps because his business in Piccadilly the other day had gone awry? Perhaps Brewis Charvill had not welcomed him with open arms.
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