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“Agreed,” he said with queer exaltation, and his grip tightened on her hand. Leave me my blanket! I'm very cold at night. Why? While the front of his mind was busy warning her not to fall into the hopeless miseries of underpaid teaching, and explaining his idea that for women of initiative, quite as much as for men, the world of business had by far the best chances, the back chambers of his brain were busy with the problem of that “Why?” His first idea as a man of the world was to explain her unrest by a lover, some secret or forbidden or impossible lover. “This is the slavery of the veiled life. I wonder how it is,” she added, “that boys always make love so impertinently. Mary Remenham had passed on her every feature to the daughter whose advent had taken her from this world. 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. Flowers, theatre boxes, carriages, the “open sesame” to the whole world of pleasure. Wood scarcely knew where he was. She interrupted.
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