“Why can’t we propagate by sexless spores, as the ferns do? We restrict each other, we badger each other, friendship is poisoned and buried under it!. And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry. ” Her eyes glinted, macabre. She found herself again in the presence of some element in life about which she had been trained not to think, about which she was perhaps instinctively indisposed to think; something which jarred, in spite of all her mental resistance, with all her preconceptions of a clean and courageous girl walking out from Morningside Park as one walks out of a cell into a free and spacious world. Wary they might be. "Then I'll have it before to-morrow morning," said the keeper of the New Prison, to himself. Ann Veronica’s universe, which had never been altogether so respectful to her as she could have wished, gave a shout and whirled head over heels. It was past seven when she got back to her hotel. I’ve been on the watch for you.
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