“If only Sir John were not Sir John I would ask you to come and have some supper. Restraining with an effort his intense curiosity, he talked of general subjects only, trying his best to entertain her. Such ambitions as he had were stereotyped and material. She HAD cried, Ann Veronica knew. Never for a moment had violence come between these two since long ago he had, in spite of her mother’s protest in the background, carried her kicking and squalling to the nursery for some forgotten crime. I hate myself!” She collapsed to the floor, sobbing.
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