“Ye Gods!” she said at last. Do you mean to tell me you didn’t understand why I wanted you to come here?” “Not a bit of it,” said Ann Veronica stoutly. Now the sense of beauty was spreading to a multitude of hitherto unsuspected aspects of the world about her. ’ ‘Yes, that rather leapt to the eye,’ Gerald said, and the faint smile sent a lick of warmth down inside her. " "Who cares if we do?" retorted Sheppard, with a look of defiance. " "I will. "An idea has just occurred to me," said Gay, "which Jack's narrative has suggested. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. Jack had thus been six hours in accomplishing his arduous task. There he sat, cheerfully friendly in his sex’s freedom—the man she loved, the one man she cared should unlock the way to the wide world for her imprisoned feminine possibilities, and he seemed regardless that she stifled under his eyes; he made a jest of all this passionate insurgence of the souls of women against the fate of their conditions. What Miss Miniver would have called the Higher Truth supervenes.
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