"Ja," answered Van; "at a minut's nodish. We were talking about the suffrage—and I rather scoffed. While he was meditating flight in this way, and tossing about on the straw, he chanced upon an old broken and rusty fork. “I doubted my luck, at least. A skeleton was propped against the mantelpiece. . ‘Why do you think I want a man ready to run to me with every move she makes?’ countered Gerald. 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.
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