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So was I, in fact. ‘What the devil for? I’ll have one of the men ride the creature up tomorrow. Every time you mention the father, she turns into marble. “What have I done, Miss Pellissier?” he pleaded. 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. . . His own peculiar genius—a miracle key to the hidden things in men's souls—had given him this immediate and astonishing illumination. She felt that there was a hidden meaning under his words. ‘I take it that you like this great-niece of mine?’ ‘One cannot help but do so. Of the vast mass of these impressions Ann Veronica could make nothing at the time; there they were—Fact! She stored them away in a mind naturally retentive, as a squirrel stores away nuts, for further digestion. Long ago. The angels in Heaven shall not tear you from me.
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