Far away there was the one woman for this boy of mine—some human being who would understand the dear fool better than all the rest of the world. For nothing will ever convince me that it is not the man’s share in life to shield, to protect, to lead and toil and watch and battle with the world at large. Ann Veronica said nothing. She dreaded living off the land again, like an animal, as she had done for dozens of years at a stretch. For all that, it is folly. Set the boy free. I want you. I could not love you else. And there was no intimation whatever that the blinds would ever go up or the windows or doors be opened, or the chandeliers, that seemed to promise such a blaze of fire, unveiled and furnished and lit. Even the teachers were getting restless, the seniors gnawing hard at the bit as graduation teased. Yes. You are the High Priestess of Life. She sat in a chair in the parlour and regarded the darkening sky through the small casement window. "I need not ask whether this is Mr.
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