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One’s sense of proportion, battered out of all shape in the daily life of cities, reasserts itself. “Let us sit down for a moment,” he had said. “Another young woman, I suppose,” he said, “who knows better than her Maker about her place in the world. “You needn’t say a word more,” Mr. Then one old crone, short-sighted and shaky-handed, called Ann Veronica “dearie,” and made some remark, obscure and slangy, of which the spirit rather than the words penetrated to her understanding. She confided in me yesterday. "I am one. He was not able to recognize, as the doctor did, that she was only a natural woman.
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