”
“Yes, but men;” said Ann Veronica, plunging; “don’t you want the love of
men?”
For some seconds they remained silent, both shocked by this question. We’ll have Trodger check it out later. The sing-song girl, her fiddle broken, was beating her forehead upon the floor
and wailing: Ai, ai! Ai, ai! Spurlock—or Taber, as he called himself—sat
slumped in a chair, staring with glazed eyes at nothing, absolutely uninterested in
the confusion for which he was primarily accountable. “Just forget it, Lucy! Keep your secrets to yourself!”
He stomped out, slamming the heavily paneled oak door. Manning’s handwriting had an air of being clear without being easily
legible; it was large and rather roundish, with a lack of definition about the
letters and a disposition to treat the large ones as liberal-minded people
nowadays treat opinions, as all amounting to the same thing really—a yearssmoothed boyish rather than an adult hand. She was aware of it
now as if it were a voice shouting outside a house, shouting passionate verities in
a hot sunlight, a voice that cries while people talk insincerely in a darkened room
and pretend not to hear. And, lastly, to the Seven Cities o' Refuge, in the New
Mint. Wood wound it up by a description of the drenching he had undergone
at the Mint pump, the other could hold out no longer, but, leaning back in his
chair, gave free scope to his merriment.
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