“Why can’t you tell people that you are what you are? Why all the secrecy?” She looked beyond the farmhouse. It did not occur to her that save for some accidents of education and character they had souls like her own. Once more he begged; but as Ruth only repeated her sharp command, he spun about and raced toward the jungle. She laughed nervously, but kept her eyes averted. I’m in a mess—a nasty mess! a filthy mess! Oh, no end of a mess! “Do you hear, Ann Veronica?—you’re in a nasty, filthy, unforgivable mess! “Haven’t I just made a silly mess of things? “Forty pounds! I haven’t got twenty!” She got up, stamped with her foot, and then, suddenly remembering the lodger below, sat down and wrenched off her boots. She hung for a moment, and then went on, conclusively, “Until we have the vote that is how things WILL be. In privacy he read and reread it a dozen times, and eventually destroyed it by fire. “Now, Veronica,” he pleaded, “Veronica, this is most unreasonable. My uterus and my ovaries are gone. Those who had seen him slumbering, averred that he slept with his eyes open.
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