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. That's a queer yarn. He thought, too, of the fretful invalid who lay in the next room to his, whose money had created his business and made his position in the world. It made her hungry. ’ ‘Not, I trust, Nicholas Charvill?’ ‘Hardly.
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