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"Stop a minute," cried Jack, detaining his mistresses. 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. Jonathan's wicked threat is fulfilled at last. I am tired, and I want to be
alone. “I do not lay claim,” he continued, “to any remarkable amount of insight, but it
is possible, is it not, that I have stumbled upon your present cause of distress. No matter how
often she came across this phase in love stories, there was never anything
explanatory: as if all human beings perfectly understood.
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