The emerald wings, slashed with scarlet and yellow, wheeling and swooping about her head, there among the wild plantain. Stanley used his authority, and commanded Ann Veronica to come home, to which, of course, she said she wouldn’t; and then he warned her not to defy him, warned her very solemnly, and then commanded her again. ‘You dare to come to me? What do you wish of me? Why have you come? I do not want you!’ She swept round on Gerald abruptly and he braced for the onslaught. But never had the hand touched her with a father's caress; never had he taken her into his arms; never had he kissed her. Breakfast, too, was an impossible occasion. Ann Veronica’s experiences of men had been among more stable types—Teddy, who was always absurd; her father, who was always authoritative and sentimental; Manning, who was always Manning. He drifted in and out of consciousness. Their idea of maidenly innocence was just a blank white—the sort of flat white that doesn’t shine. ‘But you said she was looking for proof. ’ Melusine shrugged.
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