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Anna, why will you persist in this single-handed combat with life?” “Don’t!” she cried. “A man like that taints a girl by looking at her, by his mere conversation. In a tall glass the rind of a Syrian orange was arranged in spiral form. Suppose—suppose a girl did want to start in life, start in life for herself—” She looked him frankly in the eyes. I fought. “I’m ready,” said Ann Veronica, closing her microscope-box with a click, and looking for one brief instant up the laboratory. She reflected upon that with a thrill of terror that was also, somehow, in some faint remote way, gleeful. "One word before we part, adorable girl— only one," he continued, detaining her. She stood there with white set face and nervously clenched fingers.
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