We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard. The Closing Scene. “One doesn’t wait,” said Ann Veronica. If you two are examples of the modern miss, I don’t know what the world is coming to. At the back of her mind, dim and yet disconcerting, was the perception that she herself did not know what she wanted. She thought of the suitcase, the seventy-seven dollars for a Greyhound ticket that had expired.
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