Bowing to the stranger, the woollen-draper very politely requested to know his business. . He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. She perceived that his countenance was only composed by a great effort, his features severely compressed. She could not help thinking of Capes. Ann Veronica found herself incompetent, undignified, and detestable, holding on desperately to a hardening antagonism to her father, quarrelling with him, wrangling with him, thinking of repartees—almost as if he was a brother. "All's bowman, my covey.
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