The looming face was 71 over her own once again, and arms as strong as iron bars held her down. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. ” “I am sorry,” said Ann Veronica. The life of a girl presented itself to her as something happy and heedless and unthinking, yet really guided and controlled by others, and going on amidst unsuspected screens and concealments. She padded up the stairs to the bedroom, finding that her sheets had been changed with a fresh pillow case to welcome her weary head.
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