Hang it, there must be something about her that will give it away. It was shameful, but again, her mother had prepared her for it. She had traversed perhaps three bookshelves, passed across the door that must lead to the hall, turned the corner, and was just about to reach the fireplace when she abruptly became aware that something under her fingers had felt wrong. The youth with his hair like Russell cleared his throat and said rather irrelevantly that he knew a man who knew Thomas Bayard Simmons, who had rioted in the Strangers’ Gallery, and then Capes, finding them all distinctly pro-Ann Veronica, if not profeminist, ventured to be perverse, and started a vein of speculation upon the Scotchman’s idea—that there were still hopes of women evolving into something higher. I wish they would just get it over with. Usually his charges bored him with their interrogative chatter, for he knew that his information more often than not went into one ear and out of the other. “You!” said Ann Veronica.
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