” “I want a vote,” said Ann Veronica. She sat on the edge of the bed overwhelmed, the roses cradled in her arms. Apparently she was always doomed to weep when she talked to her father. “You must come and see me some afternoon,” she said to him. Until that was done a certain experience of life assured him that a girl is a locked coldness against a man’s approach. I am going to ask him to finish it.
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