Ann Veronica was not aware of this literary side of her teacher; she had a little tinge of annoyance at Miss Garvice’s advantage. Wild's busy. Quite ordinary. She stood face to face with him, and his voice cut across her speech and made her stop abruptly. To wait for hours and hours for the night! The sea empty for days! You forgot the monotony, the endless monotony, that bends you and breaks you and crushes you—you forgot that!" Her voice had steadily risen until it was charged with passionate anger. “I don’t want to take up your time. These sham ideals and advanced notions. Wood, leaping from the bed.
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