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When my father died, and we were left alone in Jersey, I was quite a long time deciding whether I would go in for singing professionally or try painting. ” “You disappoint me,” she said wearily. He turned the water off and handed her a towel. Nature is God, Anna, and the greatest artist of us all a pigmy. Still it was possible, and the difficulty was only a fresh incitement. He had had five children at irregular intervals, of whom Ann Veronica was the youngest, so that as a parent he came to her perhaps a little practised and jaded and inattentive; and he called her his “little Vee,” and patted her unexpectedly and disconcertingly, and treated her promiscuously as of any age between eleven and eight-and-twenty.

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