Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand. The atmosphere was 46 strained and deathly quiet at the dining room table. Pure romantic nonsense on her part. The third time she escaped she reached the inconsequent barricade of the overturned table.
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