“And besides,” said Ann Veronica, sweeping that aspect aside, “what could I do? A boy sails out into a trade or profession. ” “Where do you go?” “Oh!—Alps. I will shed no more blood. Besides the table close by loaded with books, there was a central table with upright chairs around, covered in a multitude of papers, inks and quills, and assorted unrelated items such as playing cards. Even in the daylight, it had a sombre and suspicious air, and seemed to slink back from the adjoining houses, as if afraid of their society. Ann Veronica was not ready enough to deal with that counter-stroke. “My sister and I,” she said slowly, “have seen very little of each other lately. Neither your aunt nor I have any other thought but what is best for you. ‘I can take care of myself, bête.
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