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. “Isn’t that rather a strange question—under the circumstances?” he asked quietly. “Always has been,” said Ogilvy. She began to miss him when he was gone during the day and cherish the quiet times he spent only with her. “But—” The long inconsecutive conversation by that time was getting on her nerves. My poor brain is so mixed, dear, I hardly know what I am saying.
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