Stanley, putting his hands on the table in the manner rather of a barrister than a solicitor, and regarding her balefully through his glasses with quite undisguised animosity, asked, “And may I presume to inquire, then, what you mean to do?—how do you propose to live?” “I shall live,” sobbed Ann Veronica. The flowers and turf, a wild strawberry, a rare butterfly, and suchlike little intimate things had become more interesting than mountains. “Are you feeling okay?” “Just fine. We sha’n’t hang up on any misunderstanding. ” “For what?” Lucy asked. The Vorsack house bore the stamp of Diane in every visible spot.
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