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Open that
bottle with a blue seal, my dear. It just made me
mad to the boiling point. ‘I must. "Get up, mother," cried Jack; "do not kneel to him. What else could he do? You can’t kick up a scene on the spur of
the moment in the face of such conflicting values as he had before him. “Before this there was a sort of restraint—a make-believe. It was a
cheerful, irresponsible, shamelessly hard-up family in the key of faded green and
flattened purple, and the girls went on from the High School to the Fadden Art
School and a bright, eventful life of art student dances, Socialist meetings,
theatre galleries, talking about work, and even, at intervals, work; and ever and
again they drew Ann Veronica from her sound persistent industry into the circle
of these experiences. ‘I do not steal,’ declared the lady hotly. Daughters
were in the air that day. She wanted to
take him in her arms and hush him, but she sat perfectly still. ‘So now you may safely cease
your roundaboutation, and tell me what took you to Remenham House. “Indeed,” she said, “I would not. These sisters moved
in a grown-up world inaccessible to Ann Veronica’s sympathies, and to a large
extent remote from her curiosity. Instinctively she had fallen into the posture of the poster,
her hands behind her, her head bent slightly forward, her chin uplifted, her eyes
bright with the drollery of the song.
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