She must get to the vestry. Why? Love was a word of God's, and yet her father had denied it—denied it to the Book, denied it to his own flesh and blood. “Lucy, where is your callous? All violinists have calluses on their necks and hands from playing. She wondered even at this late day how she had been able to hold her maddening curiosity in check. Her spirit awoke in dismay to an affection in ruins, to the immense undignified disaster that had come to them. Senior year started with a whimper. I love to research, not just for school. “I’m mostly self-taught. ” “I suppose all men,” said Ann Veronica, in a tone of detached criticism, “get some such entanglement. Perhaps this was the real turning point: the hour in which the disordered mind began permanently to readjust itself. “Oh, there’s no doubt of it! Since the girls of the eighties broke bounds and sailed away on bicycles—my young days go back to the very beginnings of that —it’s been one triumphant relaxation.
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