“Vee!” said Miss Stanley, “you hear what your father says!” Miss Stanley struggled with emotion. “Why shouldn’t one face the facts of one’s self?” She stood up. It isn’t what I have been but what I am. She would not look at him, would not think of him; when her mind wavered, then she muttered to herself in the darkness so as to keep hold of her generalizations. I could tell it was Italian, you see. Sometimes at sea a skipper will order his men to trim, batten down the hatches, and clear the deck of all litter. Your sister! Great God, how like she is to what you were!” Annabel looked around her nervously.
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