She shut the door behind her. Ramage. "Let me go," cried Winifred. ” She shivered. “We are not the sort that goes under,” said Ann Veronica, holding her hands so that the red reflections vanished from her eyes. “Won’t you have some more tea, Mr. “You’ve no right to badger me like this, Veronica,” he said. “Your father,” he said, “remarked that all’s well that ends well, and that he was disposed to let bygones be bygones.
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