‘Either you tell me why you want the wretched animal, or it stays here. "Where shall I fly?" exclaimed the lady, bewildered with terror. Wood's reception of the widow, who, at that moment, was ushered into the room by Winifred, was not particularly kind and encouraging. It was clear that he meant to kiss her before she exited the car. They made a stratum into which Ann Veronica was now plunged up to her neck; it had become her stratum. He dressed rather after the fashion of the West End than the City, and affected a cultured urbanity that somehow disconcerted and always annoyed Ann Veronica’s father extremely. ‘Unless he is himself a man of substance. Anyhow, he did not sentimentalize her. She was saying good-bye to childhood and home, and her making; she was going out into the great, multitudinous world; this time there would be no returning. Don’t, don’t say anything now, not anything.
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