She recalled that she had heard nothing that first time when Gerald and the captain had burst in upon her. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. Remote little Ann Veronica! She would never know the heart of that child again! That child had loved fairy princes with velvet suits and golden locks, and she was in love with a real man named Capes, with little gleams of gold on his cheek and a pleasant voice and firm and shapely hands. Already the seed of a tender dream was stirring. She said there was no other way to get them to stop their constant screaming. I won’t tolerate any foreign tongue in this house, least of all that confounded French. The door popped open with a sigh. I’m talking to you now as though you had all the wisdom and charity in the world. He poured a pinch of tobacco into his palm and sniffed. There's not his peer among the peerage. ’ ‘Merci,’ she sighed and, surrendering at last to his oft-proffered aid, allowed her head to droop onto his chest. “Odd little room,” said Ann Veronica, dimly apprehending that obtrusive sofa. She addresses you as the Flower of the Lotus, as the Resplendent Moonbeam. It was the bitterest moment of her life.
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