Each manuscript was like the other: the same lovely treatment
of an unlovely subject. “I am only sorry that I did not ask
you to go with me. I am no exception. That was the
inconvenience of it; her head was swimming. Vorsack would staunchly disapprove
of his attire, said nothing anyway. 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. She was dressed in one of those complicated dresses that are all lace and work
and confused patternings of black and purple and cream about the body, and she
was in many ways a younger feminine version of the same theme as himself. They were on their way back home, or so she had
thought. “I am staying
at the Savoy.
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