272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. “I don’t want you to do it, to go on talking to me. No one will ever love you as I love you now. ” Sebastian slipped the piano wire around her throat, silencing her immediately. “Think how dumb we find ourselves and stifled! I know we seem to have a sort of freedom. “I thank you for your advice,” she said. “It is like old times,” she said, “to hear these home truths. Besides, she will do no such thing. Ann Veronica, who knew her dress became her, dropped a curtsy to her father’s regard. He HAD followed her! What had he followed her for? He must have followed her all the way from beyond Grosvenor Square. Alarmed by the noise of the scuffle, Quilt and Sharples rushed to the assistance of their comrade. “It has been a delightful evening for me.
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