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Part 4
It was not Ann Veronica’s fault that the night’s work should have taken upon
itself the forms of wild burlesque. "
"Why not?"
"I am a thief, a hunted man. There was a very white-faced
youngster of eighteen who brushed back his hair exactly in Russell’s manner,
and was disposed to be uncomfortably silent when he was near her, and to whom
she felt it was only Christian kindness to be consistently pleasant; and a lax
young man of five-and-twenty in navy blue, who mingled Marx and Bebel with
the more orthodox gods of the biological pantheon. "Mr. ‘Yes, a very sad story,’ agreed the major. Ann Veronica said she didn’t care. But, not daring to confess his want of comprehension,
he made a profound reverence, and retired. “And children must we women bear—
“Oh, damn!” she cried, as the hundred-and-first couplet or so presented itself
in her unwilling brain. Was there anything he could do!
"No, Hoddy; nothing. You’re going to live under the cat’s
foot. It’s one of their worst traits, one of their very
worst. A child—as innocent as a
child! Nothing about life; bemused by the fairy stories you writers call novels! I
don't know what you have done; I don't care. You’re a
little late, you must remember, and we are punctual people here. Mr.
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