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That night she found a ship bound to sail for the heathen nation called America. “Why should one pretend?” she whispered. Every home is a little recess, a niche, out of the world of business and competition, in which women and the future shelter. Outside the door he turned and stared at the panels. “You must arrest me!” she gasped, breathlessly, insisting insanely on a point already carried; “you shall!” The police-station at the end seemed to Ann Veronica like a refuge from unnamable disgraces. ” “Don’t worry yourself. " "I can't endure the odious baggage. She was supposed to be lifeless; but she survived the accident, though she never regained her strength.
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