“And besides,” said Ann Veronica, sweeping that aspect aside, “what could I do? A boy sails out into a trade or profession. Cheveney strolled up, a pipe in his mouth. He was a fool. It wasn’t so much women as Woman that engaged his mind. How clever she was, to fool everybody so easily! Not yet had any one suspected the truth: that she was, in a certain worldly sense, only four weeks old, that her every act had been written down on paper beforehand, and that her success lay in rigidly observing the rules which she herself had drafted to govern her conduct. He opened it—just off-hand, and then when he saw what it was he hit at the table and sent his soup spoon flying and splashing on to the tablecloth. She gaped at its keep, at least ten feet tall, a frightening gray coffin turned upright. He knew she was out there, he could feel it. "You're not out yet, you young hound," rejoined Quilt, striving ineffectually to burst open the door. All about her, hither and yon, lay the enticing Unknown. . Wearied at length with thinking on the past, and terrified by the prospect of the future, he threw himself on the straw with which the cage was littered, and endeavoured to compose himself to slumber. She dissected well, and in a year she found herself chafing at the limitations of the lady B.
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