“NO!” she said, at last, with something in her voice that reminded Ann Veronica of a sprung tennis-racket. Each manuscript was like the other: the same lovely treatment of an unlovely subject. Sulphurous poisons assaulted her nostrils as she threw the stone to one side of its resting place. But think of the disillusionment! Except for our sex we have minds like men, desires like men.
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