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“Oh. Ann Veronica halted a pace, and Miss Klegg came alongside. ‘Where was I? Oh yes. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. "After all, he is my father, Hoddy; and I cursed him. But we get over it. She doesn't understand; she believes he has taken a sudden dislike to her. ” He took up his hat. He was confounded by the presence in which he found himself. A single false step might have precipitated him into the street; or, if he had trodden upon an unsound part of the roof, he must have fallen through it. \"It's getting late John.
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