” Ann Veronica could have wept with vexation. It is in vain to struggle against the arm of fate. I waited until he was asleep and then I tied him up with some duct tape and some old rope he had in the shed. She could not hide her face. The tears were streaming down her face, her voice was thick with sobs. It was precious for two reasons: it was the photograph of her beautiful mother whom she could not remember, and it would identify her to the aunt in Hartford.
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