Like carpenter, like chips. Part 3 Ann Veronica’s father was a solicitor with a good deal of company business: a lean, trustworthy, worried-looking, neuralgic, clean-shaven man of fifty-three, with a hard mouth, a sharp nose, iron-gray hair, gray eyes, gold-framed glasses, and a small, circular baldness at the crown of his head. “It is the first moment we have let him out of our sight,” Brendon exclaimed, as he hastened across the street. She had been in the drawing-room for a few minutes before the gong had sounded, and had chattered gaily to every one. .
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