1. To-night I locked up my flat at six o’clock. Why should you who are queens come down from your thrones? If you can afford it, WE can’t. The houses they flitted to and from were glutted with hangers-on, servant/mistresses, and errant prostitutes. 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. "What the devil makes you out so late? And what has happened to you, man, eh?—you seem in a queer plight. I. "But clear the room of this rabble, if you have sufficient authority over them. They sell only their talents, not their bodies; they are not girls of the street.
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