The youth with
his hair like Russell cleared his throat and said rather irrelevantly that he knew a
man who knew Thomas Bayard Simmons, who had rioted in the Strangers’
Gallery, and then Capes, finding them all distinctly pro-Ann Veronica, if not profeminist, ventured to be perverse, and started a vein of speculation upon the
Scotchman’s idea—that there were still hopes of women evolving into
something higher. "It's very well you haven't crushed the poor
little thing to death with this confounded clothes'-bag. Yet he was in a state of
hopeless bewilderment. Great vistas of history opened, and she and
her aunt were near reverting to the primitive and passionate and entirely
indecorous arboreal—were swinging from branches by the arms, and really
going on quite dreadfully—when their arrival at the Palsworthys’ happily
checked this play of fancy, and brought Ann Veronica back to the exigencies of
the wrappered life again. Langley, I appeal to you.
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