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"You've but a sorry lodging, Mrs. "Why do you laugh?" she asked gravely. “Well, rather,” said Ann Veronica. “Oh, yes, that’s right, we go to school. She got up, drew up her blind, and stared out of window at a dawn-cold vision of chimneys for a time, and then went and sat on the edge of her bed. Dolby smiled. Then to the Golden Ball, in the same street. And as a natural consequence, they don’t do so well, and they don’t get on—and so the world doesn’t pay them. But after all, what did it matter whether she had secrets or not? To him she was not a woman but a symbol; and one did not investigate the antecedents of symbols.
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