A creature of convenience, she could have cared less if her children were carried away by drunkards on the street. “Why can’t we propagate by sexless spores, as the ferns do? We restrict each other, we badger each other, friendship is poisoned and buried under it!. Hitherto it had been qualified by her conception of all life as a compromise, by her new effort to be unexacting of life. “I say, Vee. The Trenchard estates will likewise be mine, for Sir Rowland is no more, and the youth, Thames, will never again see daylight. Beneath the serene unconcern of Ann Veronica’s face was a boiling tumult. Rowland's purposes were, however, defeated in a manner as unexpected as appalling.
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