A home MAY be a sort of cage, but still—it’s a home. The walls were of immense thickness; the small windows double-grated and unglazed; the fire-place was without a grate; and a barrack-bed, divided into two compartments, occupied one corner. ” “I sent a telegram, aunt,” said Ann Veronica. You. “And what on earth,” he said, “do you think the world is made of? Why do you think I have been doing things for you? The abstract pleasure of goodness? Are you one of the members of that great white sisterhood that takes and does not give? The good accepting woman! Do you really suppose a girl is entitled to live at free quarters on any man she meets without giving any return?” “I thought,” said Ann Veronica, “you were my friend. I had a sort of idea,” he went on, “that you were starting life all over again, and it seemed awfully plucky. ” And then he flashed his whole conception of the relations of men and women upon her in one astonishing question. Prudence attacked her chicken wing. She sank upon her knees and unbuttoned his coat. She found herself in a phase of violent reaction against the suffrage movement, a phase greatly promoted by one of those unreasonable objections people of Ann Veronica’s temperament take at times—to the girl in the next cell to her own. . “And yet in a very few weeks I shall have done with it all.
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