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There it is. I have a good memory, you perceive, Sir Rowland. She had just passed into a little antechamber beyond when she suddenly heard a faint knocking. One married as he wished and one against his wishes, and now here was Ann Veronica, his little Vee, discontented with her beautiful, safe, and sheltering home, going about with hatless friends to Socialist meetings and art-class dances, and displaying a disposition to carry her scientific ambitions to unwomanly lengths. How she had coveted her mother’s beauty and sought to emulate it, if only to please her. Supper was over. On the bench was set a quartern measure of gin, a crust of bread, and a slice of cheese. Brendon looked across the room at her thoughtfully. "Something worse, I fear," Wood replied. There was a wild light in her eye, and her straight hair was out demonstrating and suffragetting upon some independent notions of its own.
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