Heaven knows what dim and tawdry conceptions of passion and desire were in that blond cranium, what romance-begotten dreams of intrigue and adventure! but they sufficed, when presently Ann Veronica went out into the darkling street again, to inspire a flitting, dogged pursuit, idiotic, exasperating, indecent. I—I hurt myself. Though not much passed the middle term of life, he seemed prematurely stricken with old age. "That's it!"—eagerly. Her favor was sought beyond all women’s favors. All alone; and nobody cared whether he lived or died. She did not so much deal with Ann Veronica’s interpolations as dispose of them with quick and use-hardened repartee, and then she went on with a fine directness to sketch the case for her agitation, for that remarkable rebellion of the women that was then agitating the whole world of politics and discussion. I am very good at guessing names.
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