“How’d you know it was me?”
He looked
conspiratorially into the room for hidden informants. ”
Ennison took an easy chair. Anna hailed a bus. He daren't quarrel with me: and if he does, let him
look to himself. She could
tell that they too would find their legs jutting awkwardly
from the petite furniture. “You are late,” she murmured. Why? While the
front of his mind was busy warning her not to fall into the hopeless miseries of
underpaid teaching, and explaining his idea that for women of initiative, quite as
much as for men, the world of business had by far the best chances, the back
chambers of his brain were busy with the problem of that “Why?”
His first idea as a man of the world was to explain her unrest by a lover, some
secret or forbidden or impossible lover. Muffling up his face, Jack
turned away; but he had not proceeded many steps when he heard a man reading
aloud an account of his escapes from a newspaper. She had to explain about and pay off that forty pounds. You ought to have had
better advice two years ago. ‘Your niece, ma’am.
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