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secretly deplored the ugliness of equine teeth. Ramage tethered the
horse to the farther gate-post, and Caesar blew heavily and began to
investigate the hedge.
Ramage leaned over the gate at Ann Veronica's side, and for a moment
there was silence.
He made some obvious comments on the wide view warming toward its
autumnal blaze that spread itself in hill and valley, wood and village,
"It's as broad as life," said Mr. Ramage, regarding it and putting a
well-booted foot up on the bottom rail.
"And what are you doing here, young lady," he said, looking up at her
face, "wandering alone so far from home?"
"I like long walks," said Ann Veronica, looking down on him.
"That's the point of them. I think over all sorts of things."
"Sometimes quite difficult problems."
"You're lucky to live in an age when you can do so. Your mother,
for instance, couldn't. She had to do her thinking at home--under
She looked down on him thoughtfully, and he let his admiration of her
free young poise show in his face.
"I suppose things have changed?" she said.
"Never was such an age of transition."
She wondered what to. Mr. Ramage did not know. "Sufficient unto me is
the change thereof," he said, with all the effect of an epigram.
"I must confess," he said, "the New Woman and the New Girl intrigue me
profoundly. I am one of those people who are interested in women, more
interested than I am in anything else. I don't conceal it. And the
change, the change of attitude! The way all the old clingingness
has been thrown aside is amazing. And all the old--the old trick of
shrinking up like a snail at a touch. If you had lived twenty years ago
you would have been called a Young Person, and it would have been your
chief duty in life not to know, never to have heard of, and never to
"There's quite enough still," said Ann Veronica, smiling, "that one
"Quite. But your role would have been to go about saying, 'I beg your
pardon' in a reproving tone to things you understood quite well in your
heart and saw no harm in. That terrible Young Person! she's vanished.
Lost, stolen, or strayed, the Young Person!... I hope we may never
find her again."
He rejoiced over this emancipation. "While that lamb was about every man
of any spirit was regarded as a dangerous wolf. We wore invisible chains
and invisible blinkers. Now, you and I can gossip at a gate, and Honi
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