She assumed with a kind of mesmeric force all the propositions that Ann Veronica wanted her to define. Too much, perhaps. I should have thought my note cleared up everything. And the woman who showed this room was tall, with an understanding eye and the quiet manner of the well-trained servant. ‘That’s my pet name. ‘But what way, Emile?’ ‘Your family, mademoiselle, the family of your father. Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand.
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