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For a time Ann Veronica went on her way gauging the quality of sordid streets. ” “I will think of it,” she promised. And yet the secondary emotion was one of suspicion. Lucia confined herself to her quarters, wondering when they would flee to the country as so many other houses had done. She returned home through a world that was as roseate as it had been gray overnight. “It doesn’t matter,” she said, after a long interval, “if they are absurd. A door in this house opened upon the yard. For the sort of love-making you think about. Where I am in error, you can set me right. Here, where every element of her surroundings was tawdry and commonplace, and before this young man of vulgar origin and appearance, it was striking. Confound this slavery of sex! I am a man! I will get this under if I am killed in doing it!” She scowled into the cold blacknesses about her. Of course, one doesn’t like to talk about things until there are things to talk about. “Leave them!” He yelled.
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