. \" \"Would you like me to carry some of the books? I have nothing to bring home today. I'm one of those unfortunate duffers who have too much imagination—the kind who build their own chimeras and then run away from them. ” Ann Veronica remained anxious to hear more of her sister’s story from her father’s point of view, but he did not go on. A distant suggestion of chalets and a glimpse of the road set them talking for a time of the world they had left behind. “He knows. There was a tearing sound and the cloth of her habit ripped apart as the smothered point drove through it, missing its intended target. The Supper at Mr. I think we rest here until to-morrow?” There was a brief silence. There he sat, cheerfully friendly in his sex’s freedom—the man she loved, the one man she cared should unlock the way to the wide world for her imprisoned feminine possibilities, and he seemed regardless that she stifled under his eyes; he made a jest of all this passionate insurgence of the souls of women against the fate of their conditions.
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