“Dear old Daddy,” she said, “he’ll make a fearful fuss. We’ll go to the shops. ‘Do you think I do not know? If this pig has not done so, there would be no need for me to do it. She would be elemental; there would be in her somewhere the sleeping tigress. But after all, what did it matter whether she had secrets or not? To him she was not a woman but a symbol; and one did not investigate the antecedents of symbols. “Sit down,” he said, and perused—“perused” is the word for it—for some moments. But he died when he was a child—long ago—long ago—long ago. "You depart for Lancashire to-morrow. She has given herself up to social work.
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