"My sight is failing me. ” Lucy grumbled as she trotted through the formaldehyde stench of Biology Lab. “Even if he lives here you may go all your life and never come face to face with him again. “—and your aunt—” For a time he searched for the mot juste. She felt like Snow White in a secret forest house populated by dwarves. Miss Klegg raised the question of women’s suffrage, and he set himself to provoke a duel between her and Miss Garvice. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. But a total stranger, a man you never saw twentyfour hours ago! It can't be thought of. It was one of the secret troubles of her mind, this grotesque twist her ideas would sometimes take, as though they rebelled and rioted. ’ ‘But, Marthe, you do not imagine that I would have taken the veil like you, even if you have not told me. But I liked the things you said here.
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