‘Indeed?’ Gerald said politely. Ann
Veronica thought it was a spontaneous release of energy expressive of wellbeing, but Ramage thought that by dancing, men, and such birds and animals as
dance, come to feel and think of their bodies. In fact, Kimble was drowsily awake when she entered the little bedchamber,
the state of which left a good deal to be desired, even without the added debris
arising from tending a wounded man. ‘What in the world is that?’ demanded Miss Froxfield. “We don’t want things to happen!” Never had he shown his daughter so clearly
that the womenkind he was persuaded he had to protect and control could please
him in one way, and in one way only, and that was by doing nothing except the
punctual domestic duties and being nothing except restful appearances. She didn’t like the shops, she didn’t
like the other women’s faces; she thought the smirking men in frock-coats who
dominated these establishments the most intolerable persons she had ever had to
face. “She thinks that Missy is trying to turn me into a punk
or a Goth. Ramage,” she said, “I can’t—Not now. She did not have to investigate that his door
was locked.
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