“My dear girl,” he said, in a tone of patient reasonableness, “you are a mere child. “Let go!” said Ann Veronica, through her teeth, strenuously inflicting agony, and he cried out sharply and let go and receded a pace. Babies and females have got to keep hold of somebody or go under—anyhow, for the next few generations. And his scarlet coat had nothing to do with it, as Hilary was fond of recounting, for he had been in civilian clothes when they met, as he was tonight.
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