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” He recognized the force, almost the passion, which trembled in her tone, and he at once abandoned the subject. Looked all over that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no sign of them. It was a cheerful, irresponsible, shamelessly hard-up family in the key of faded green and flattened purple, and the girls went on from the High School to the Fadden Art School and a bright, eventful life of art student dances, Socialist meetings, theatre galleries, talking about work, and even, at intervals, work; and ever and again they drew Ann Veronica from her sound persistent industry into the circle of these experiences. “You did your best to kill me,” he said.
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