Melusine turned and turned, unable to imagine just where the secret door could be. "Aw, piffle!" he said, half aloud and rather disgustedly, as he stepped out into the sunshine. "I do," replied Jack, carelessly. ‘I’m damned if I see what you have to complain of,’ uttered Charvill, a faintly bewildered note underlying his irascibility. 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. After knocking for some time at the door without effect, he tried the latch, and to his surprise found it open. She had neither the semi-boisterousness of the average American girl nor the chilling insolence of the English. Wood had been my father, as well as yours.
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