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The tired woman looked up in inquiring silence at Ann Veronica’s diffident entry. A common rage flushed their faces. His first reaction had been explosive as the hurts of the past rose up to taunt him. At the Palazzo, the cook’s cook had a team of servants under him. His spirits revived, and encouraging himself with the idea that the present impediment, though the greatest, was the last, he set himself seriously to consider how it might best be overcome. Her eyes were wide open with amazement. “I wish he had,” she said. ‘We was of an age, you see, miss. ” He read it in winter in the evening after dinner, and Ann Veronica associated it with a tendency to monopolize the lamp, and to spread a very worn pair of dappled fawn-skin slippers across the fender. If only this man had been her father! The world would have meant nothing; the island would have been wide enough. It was the largest room in the house, which was why it had been given over to the main business of the convent as a house of God.
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