She had had to do away with many a leering foster father since she had started frequenting foster homes in the middle of the century. . Some man! And to conclude it all was the figure of her father in the doorway, giving her a last chance, his hat in one hand, his umbrella in the other, shaken at her to emphasize his point. " The girl smiled and began to munch a sandwich. “You are mine, Annabel, and nothing shall ever make me give you up. We'll come back for that by and by, and the dressing-gown. En tout cas, why had he not returned? She pondered the question as, later, she paced about her favourite retreat. “Veronique!” she cried with a rising intonation, though never before had she called Ann Veronica anything but Miss Stanley, and seized her and squeezed her and kissed her with profound emotion.
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