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‘Precisely. ” “Well, Ann Veronica Smith,” the magistrate remarked when the case was all before him, “you’re a good-looking, strong, respectable gell, and it’s a pity you silly young wimmin can’t find something better to do with your exuberance. “If I cut her neck, you’ll never get the stains out of your fancy car. In spite of God and wasps and her father, she had stolen plums; and once because of discovered misdeeds, and once because she had realized that her mother was dead, she had lain on her face in the unmown grass, beneath the elmtrees that came beyond the vegetables, and poured out her soul in weeping. What was he doing? What was he thinking? It was less than a day now, less than twenty hours. But all of that was forgotten. She looked at Lucy guiltily, wondering if she would be betrayed. " "But why didn't you oppose him?" "I had to let him have his way, else he might not have returned safely. She realized dimly that there was no personal thing behind his cry, that countless myriads of Mannings had “My God!”-ed with an equal gusto at situations as flatly apprehended. But think of the disillusionment! Except for our sex we have minds like men, desires like men. Every inch of the house felt safe to her, small and welcoming.
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