Still—I don’t know whether I quite like—Something ramshackle about those people, Vee. I have slept with it under my pillow. Dunstable’s contributions to the conversation were entirely in the form of nods; whenever Alderman Dunstable praised or blamed she nodded twice or thrice, according to the requirements of his emphasis. “And by what right do you do anything of the sort?” “No right at all,” he admitted. We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. I am clear I want you.
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