For a time Ann Veronica went on her way gauging the quality of sordid streets. Love was joy, and joyous she was when alone. We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man.
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