Ann Veronica readjusted her chin on her hand. Her wings
were oddly weak, but for all that she could fly. Simply because they
are hardened by—by bestiality, and poisoned by the juices of meat slain in anger
and fermented drinks—fancy! drinks that have been swarmed in by thousands
and thousands of horrible little bacteria!”
“It’s yeast,” said Ann Veronica—“a vegetable. Mr. Ramage, by a hundred skilful hints had led her to
realize that the problem of her own life was inseparably associated with, and
indeed only one special case of, the problems of any woman’s life, and that the
problem of a woman’s life is love. ” She fumbled with her keys and
opened the front door. She assumed with a kind of mesmeric
force all the propositions that Ann Veronica wanted her to define. She went down, feeling rather than seeing the way. For freedom at least. "
And, as the weights were removed, he fainted.
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