“We are not the sort that goes under,” said Ann Veronica, holding her hands so that the red reflections vanished from her eyes. It grew clear to her that throughout all her wild raid for independence she had done nothing for anybody, and many people had done things for her. The biological laboratory had an atmosphere that was all its own. Wood, who had been absent on business during the greater part of the day, returned (perhaps not altogether undesignedly) at an earlier hour than was expected, to his dwelling in Wych Street, Drury Lane; and was about to enter his workshop, when, not hearing any sound of labour issue from within, he began to suspect that an apprentice, of whose habits of industry he entertained some doubt, was neglecting his employment. Rousing himself, he went to the door. He used a most awful word! Then he said, ‘It’s Ann Veronica gone to join her sister!’ ‘Gone!’ I said.
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