“My dear Vee!” Her voice became very low. “Mr. ’ ‘That is what you think? Let us try!’ ‘Don’t be idiotic!’ She was backing from him, reaching through one of the slits she had carefully manufactured in her petticoat. “But, of course, she may have come from one of the other flats. The rest was easy. They were really very fine and abundant, with a blaze of perennial sunflowers behind them. ” It was her last evening in that wrappered life against which she had rebelled. “The wrappered life-discipline! One comes to that at last.
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