‘No! Let me alone!’
‘It is not safe!’
‘That is entirely my affair, and not your affair in the least,’ she told him
haughtily. She ran down alleyways and between buildings,
faster than an Olympian, until she could hear his voice no
more. “There’s no delusions, so far as I know,” said Ann Veronica. There he sat, cheerfully friendly in his sex’s freedom—the
man she loved, the one man she cared should unlock the way to the wide world
for her imprisoned feminine possibilities, and he seemed regardless that she
stifled under his eyes; he made a jest of all this passionate insurgence of the
souls of women against the fate of their conditions. A creature of convenience, she
could have cared less if her children were carried away by
drunkards on the street. Her mother missed writing for a week, and then she wrote in an unusual key. She silently willed him to
stop his pacing, to calm down. She meant to go, she meant to go, she meant to go. Ann Veronica had no answer for a moment. Had you died, I should have fully obeyed
the instructions on that envelope.
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