Perhaps I ate something spoiled for breakfast. Only I’m so incensed with that crazy fool Gerald that—oh, well, never mind. Father-worshipping sons are abnormal— and they’re no good. ’ ‘Quite right, Gerald,’ approved Lucilla. His hand flew across the paper. He entered the room with his usual deliberation, and looked covertly about him. \"So did I. You see, I have had to look after myself so long that I have developed a terrible bump of independence. They talked across their meal in an easy and friendly manner about Ann Veronica’s affairs. Both had dropped the rather elaborate politeness of the dining-room, and in their faces an impartial observer would have discovered little lines of obstinate wilfulness in common; a certain hardness—sharp, indeed, in the father and softly rounded in the daughter—but hardness nevertheless, that made every compromise a bargain and every charity a discount.
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