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Do you know, Ann Veronica, it is all a lie about your birth certificate; a forgery—and fooling at that. 195 < 24 > A CITY IN GREECE, 589 B. The carpenter well knew from the obstacle which had interfered with his own progress, that the unknown could not have passed through the same lock as himself. As she talked, the drift and significance of what she was saying shaped itself slowly to Ann Veronica’s apprehension. “Have you any money?” “Lots,” Anna answered laconically. “What did it matter?” she cried. He began munching his water-chestnuts—a small brown radish-shaped vegetable, with the flavour of coconut—that grow along the river brims. 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. Before her stretched blank spaces, dotted with running people coming toward her, and below them railings and a statue. You do not need my compliments. “Well anyhow—I don’t see the force of your objection, you know.
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