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Jack had well-nigh fallen too. “Yes,” she said, “that is what we ought to do. To find the true father at the expense of the beautiful fairy tale Ruth had woven around the woman in the locket was an intolerable thought. The trader you spoke about: he disliked your father, didn't he? Well, he probably played your father a horrible practical joke. He yielded his place and struck instead with his tongue. He could not understand how men could live ignoring this one predominant interest, this wonderful research into personality and the possibilities of pleasing, these complex, fascinating expeditions that began in interest and mounted to the supremest, most passionate intimacy. For when this Joan said it, I had a memory. She did not therefore reveal to him that he had guaged her with accuracy. His grip twisted her wrist. She entered the front hall, formerly magnificent, now faded and dusty, the old wood table waiting for guests who would never come. " The manager extended his hands at large, as if to deny any responsibility in the affair. 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. She was nearly dead.
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