A young man was playing the banjo. "I am as God made me. " "That's better. All through the love music of the second act, until the hunting horns of Mark break in upon the dream, Ann Veronica’s consciousness was flooded with the perception of a man close beside her, preparing some new thing to say to her, preparing, perhaps, to touch her, stretching hungry invisible tentacles about her. There was—a service. On a pallet in one corner lay a pale emaciated female. She didn’t like the shops, she didn’t like the other women’s faces; she thought the smirking men in frock-coats who dominated these establishments the most intolerable persons she had ever had to face. CHAPTER XIV. You will not have to wait long for the information.
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