“Your little flag of pride must flutter down with the rest of them, Ann Veronica. He blushed furiously; it was not what he had expected to hear. Awful shapes seemed to flit by, borne on the wings of the tempest, animating and directing its fury. My mother died the day I was born; that’s what they tell me.
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