” “Then how have you managed?” “Bother!” said Ann Veronica to herself, and tried not to look guilty. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. ‘You are mad,’ Gosse uttered, and only just had time to get himself up from the floor. For a time she brooded on the ideals and suggestions of the Socialists, on the vague intimations of an Endowment of Motherhood, of a complete relaxation of that intense individual dependence for women which is woven into the existing social order. Perhaps that other boy who visited you backstage at the concert. She gave tongue to the most urgent of her plaints. "Oh, easily enough," rejoined the other. He might spend the rest of his days at McClintock's in perfect security.
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