“We have to get in, I think,” said a nice little old lady in a bonnet to Ann Veronica, speaking with a voice that quavered a little. The walls rocked, the footrail of the bed wavered, and the girl's head had the nebulosity of a composite photograph. Everywhere else—the law, medicine, the Stock Exchange—prejudice bars us. And all to satisfy a succession of rapacious lightskirts. She laughed softly, and leaned across the table.
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