” The sensation produced was gratifying enough. My Mom inherited our house from our Grandma, otherwise they never could have afforded it, not even twenty years ago. There was a wild light in her eye, and her straight hair was out demonstrating and suffragetting upon some independent notions of its own. They had turned into the street, on the opposite side of which were the flats where Anna lived. She responded with an unfaltering appearance of insensibility, and never as a young and beautiful woman conscious of sex; always in the character of an intelligent girl student. Then one old crone, short-sighted and shaky-handed, called Ann Veronica “dearie,” and made some remark, obscure and slangy, of which the spirit rather than the words penetrated to her understanding. ‘It weren’t my wish, miss, I can tell you that. Sometimes the music would be tender and dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be like the storms crashing, thunderous.
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