Miss Mary being his only child ’an all, he were in a right pelter. Miss Stanley, it was manifest, had given him Ann Veronica’s address. A corner could hold the promise of a shelf of dainty crystals, volcanic ices of rainbow colors, or figurines of saints sculpted from horn and bone reenacting their martyrdoms on delicate miniature wooden stages. Then she was turning, ignoring the muttered cursing and the rattling that immediately ensued at the door. ‘Very well,’ he said, lowering his own weapon.
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