The party resolved itself for Ann Veronica into a game in which she manoeuvred unostentatiously and finally unsuccessfully to avoid talking alone with this gentleman. Her tone was icy. I found it on the beach, just sitting there nestled inside a piece of driftwood. Ann Veronica felt suddenly an effect of tremendous pathos; she would have given anything to have been able to frame and make some appeal, some utterance that should bridge this bottomless chasm that had opened between her and her father, and she could find nothing whatever to say that was in the least sincere and appealing. ’ ‘There is no need for this,’ he ventured mildly, and lifted his finger to show his own pistol was not cocked. She saw her life before her robbed of all generous illusions, the wrappered life unwrappered forever, vistas of dull responses, crises of makebelieve, years of exacting mutual disregard in a misty garden of fine sentiments. But then, because my papa had no money, you understand, he sent me to a convent. “Nothing,” said Ann Veronica, and stared over her shoulder out of the window.
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