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"Begone! or I fire!" he cried. ” Ann Veronica felt a slight embarrassment. She was her mother’s child, fair of face, doted upon and spoiled by her attentions. ” “Yes. "My little fancy man's quite as fond of me as of you, Bess. Too bad he’s not interested in any girl who’s not a musician. ’ Gerald eyed her with interest. ” “I don’t care. It was a cheerful, irresponsible, shamelessly hard-up family in the key of faded green and flattened purple, and the girls went on from the High School to the Fadden Art School and a bright, eventful life of art student dances, Socialist meetings, theatre galleries, talking about work, and even, at intervals, work; and ever and again they drew Ann Veronica from her sound persistent industry into the circle of these experiences. “Won’t you tell me why you have come to England?” she said.
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