“My dear,” she began, with an affectionate hand on Ann Veronica’s shoulder, “I do SO wish you would realize how it grieves your father. They may love us, but they love us as the slave loves his captor, not as equals. She would never love him as she loved Capes, of course, but there are grades and qualities of love. He was caked with dried muck. He can come round there. The ruffled chemise-front under the wide lapels of her waistcoat and jacket no longer quivered, and her pose, with the full cloth petticoat spreading about her, was relaxed. They had shared almost seventy five wonderful years there in nearly utter seclusion before it came time to move on. The Master listened, with becoming attention, to the narrative, and, at its conclusion, shook his head gravely, applied his thumb to the side of his nose, and, twirling his fingers significantly, winked at his phlegmatic companion. Once he had managed to stake his claim, she would have all to do to prove her identity and win it back. And when there is no longer any need to use it, why then, enough you say—and throw it away.
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