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EPILOGUE
She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack
swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming
silver in their starkness. “What is the good of talking?” said her brother. I was just like a sort of
dummy that does things as it is told—that is to say, as the strings are pulled. “His dress for no man lays a snare;
A man scores always, everywhere. ‘It
needs not that you tell me. His instinct
was in the direction of considering his daughters his absolute property, bound to
obey him, his to give away or his to keep to be a comfort in his declining years
just as he thought fit. But the
restraint exercised by her instinctive delicacy was very great; over and above
coarse or sexual matters it covered religion and politics and any mention of
money matters or crime, and Ann Veronica found herself wondering whether
these exclusions represented, after all, anything more than suppressions. . . It’s exactly how it went down with me and
Josh Durbin. Nothing to do; nothing for the
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