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Sheila found out. Then Manning flopped back in his chair and dropped his chin like a man shot. “And so you have been thinking?” her father began, quoting her letter and looking over his slanting glasses at her. Why? While the front of his mind was busy warning her not to fall into the hopeless miseries of underpaid teaching, and explaining his idea that for women of initiative, quite as much as for men, the world of business had by far the best chances, the back chambers of his brain were busy with the problem of that “Why?” His first idea as a man of the world was to explain her unrest by a lover, some secret or forbidden or impossible lover. “That doesn’t touch the question I asked you,” she said. He was not addicted to monologue, and the only audible comment he permitted himself at first upon a universe that was evidently anything but satisfactory to him that afternoon, was one compact and entirely unassigned “Damn!” The word must have had some gratifying quality, because he repeated it. This time they would call it murder. If she could have held it in, perhaps the Virgin Mary would have sent her a miracle as reward for her strength. He appeared to thunder dire happenings if she did not obey him without further ado. “My dear,” she began, with an affectionate hand on Ann Veronica’s shoulder, “I do SO wish you would realize how it grieves your father.
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