Her little white hand stole across the table. She took up the poker and stirred the fire vigorously. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. She was still laughing for about five stabs when she finally that she was bleeding all over her brand new linoleum floor. She would be extraordinarily interesting as a metaphysical study. ‘Don’t dare call her that to my face. 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. “We’re here to take your foster daughter down to the station to ask her a few questions sir. " The manager extended his hands at large, as if to deny any responsibility in the affair. “You mean to tell me” he said, “that you have a lover? While I have been keeping you! Yes—keeping you!” This view of life he hurled at her as if it were an offensive missile.
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