A
lean young man in spectacles pursued her for some time, crying “Courage!
Courage!” Somebody threw a dab of mud at her, and some of it got down her
neck. There’s nothing happened at all!” She didn’t mean, he
concluded, to give him any more trouble ever, and he was free to begin a fresh
chromatic novel—he had just finished the Blue Lagoon, which he thought very
beautiful and tender and absolutely irrelevant to Morningside Park—or work in
peace at his microtome without bothering about her in the least. “She’s been up to no good, Sheila. “It was your own fault,” she exclaimed. It was just as easy to pretend she was
watching one when she was actually watching the other. She wondered if he was
already tired of her, if he would rudely push her away as
one would a prostitute. Spurling. . ’
‘It will give me the greatest of pleasure,’ Gerald said at once, making an
elegant leg. And
yet that could not be: it was a confession only in the event of his death. Only
think how compromising.
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