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Ann Veronica was not aware of this literary side of her teacher; she had a little tinge of annoyance at Miss Garvice’s advantage. "Shall I shoot him?" "Yes! yes! put it to his ear!" cried Mrs. He had never wanted daughters. She slipped on white thin-soled tennis shoes with no socks, her ankles exposed as Shari had once suggested they be worn. We can’t. She found herself in a phase of violent reaction against the suffrage movement, a phase greatly promoted by one of those unreasonable objections people of Ann Veronica’s temperament take at times—to the girl in the next cell to her own. One side of the face was white with foamy lather and the other ruddy-cheeked and blue-jawed. E.
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