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“And where are YOU going?” he said. “I suppose most people’s letters are queer. ‘I am nine-and-twenty,’ he answered. "Because I shouldn't like to be out o' the vay ven he arrives," returned Abraham, in a jeering tone; "it vouldn't be vell bred. Indeed I am! I would make this country a collective monarchy, and all the girls and women in it should be the Queen. You were content, and I came to thrive on your happiness. 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. The Oriental accepts my medicines kowtowing, and when my back is turned, chucks the stuff out of the window and burns joss-sticks.
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