White caught her eye, and smiled benignly down the table. “Mr. \" Lucy shook her hand. Ann Veronica, who knew her dress became her, dropped a curtsy to her father’s regard. The thought of their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact— disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again. It was the first expression of the mother's blood.
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