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The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast. Manning regarded her thoughtfully for a moment and stroked his mustache. Shall we say at half-past seven?” She rose from her chair. The afternoon had passed now into twilight. “Is that all you have to say?” Michelle challenged her. “Last time I saw you,” he reminded her, “you spoke, did you not, of obtaining some employment in London. 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. " "No. “That he should be in the same world with me!” said Ann Veronica, reduced to reading the list of good things the British Tea-Table Company had priced for its patrons. Lucy entered the room.
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