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By Jove! When I think of it I want to leap and shout!” “It would astonish that man with the barrow. I am Jonathan Wild. “Exceptionally so. "But, I should think, after the specimen you've just given of your amiable disposition, no person would be likely to saddle himself with such an incumbrance. Had she not seen them go forth with tracts in their pockets and grins in their beards? To set fire to his imagination, to sting his sense of chivalry into being, to awaken his manhood, she must present some irresistible project. Better to remain silent. He did not pocket it, but sat hefting it lightly from hand to hand, watching the girl thoughtfully. The day was so darkly overcast that she had to turn on the small white porcelain lamp that sat upon the makeup crowded vanity. ” “Yes,” said Ann Veronica. Then she would have quiet times, in which she would say to herself, “Now look here! Let me think it all out!” For the first time, it seemed to her, she faced the facts of a woman’s position in the world—the meagre realities of such freedom as it permitted her, the almost unavoidable obligation to some individual man under which she must labor for even a foothold in the world.
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