” She removed some posters from a chair, and seated herself coolly. She may address me as “Grandfather” if she chooses, since I’m obliged to accept her in that capacity. One married as he wished and one against his wishes, and now here was Ann Veronica, his little Vee, discontented with her beautiful, safe, and sheltering home, going about with hatless friends to Socialist meetings and art-class dances, and displaying a disposition to carry her scientific ambitions to unwomanly lengths. There was a wall; she was always encountering it; the one time she was able to break through this wall was when the part in his hair was crooked. Her stifled misery had betrayed her. “Think how dumb we find ourselves and stifled! I know we seem to have a sort of freedom.
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