But that other world, in spite of her resolute exclusion of it, was always looking round corners and peeping through chinks and crannies, and rustling and raiding into the order in which she chose to live, shining out of pictures at her, echoing in lyrics and music; it invaded her dreams, it wrote up broken and enigmatical sentences upon the passage walls of her mind. He shut his eyes and groped for the wall to steady himself, wondering if this bit of mummery would get over. A man has more freedom to do evil than a woman. ‘That’s wicked, that is. These realizations rushed into Ann Veronica’s mind and hardened her heart against him. All these interesting objects were carefully arranged, classed, and, as we have said, labelled by the thief-taker. The poor things! Oh, it was quite dreadful. You were with your mother, the two of you huddled like thieves, laughing at the silly women who tried to shield themselves from rain by cowering under empty baskets and shawls. But he died when he was a child—long ago—long ago—long ago. But Jack did not heed them. There were lines in her face that age had not put there. But a woman’s life is all chance.
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