I’ve never had a homemade
Thanksgiving meal like that. She had thought that all Morningside Park
householders came home before seven at the latest, as her father usually did. He had grabbed her in the stream, embracing
her naked body tightly, running his hands over her breasts
and clutching her buttocks. It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. “I fail to see the joke,” Sir John said. "
"And leave you thus?" rejoined Jack. But about
the unknown Englishman she was not so satisfied. She began by being interested in
his demonstrations and his biological theory, then she was attracted by his
character, and then, in a manner, she fell in love with his mind. Very soon
she would be able to forget it. The air was pungent and
leaden. Still—you must learn for yourself. She confronted him with
his own double-standard. She was dressed in a little white frock,
with a very long body, and very short sleeves, which looked (from a certain
fullness about the hips,) as if it was intended to be worn with a hoop. I don’t want to influence you
unduly—But—They’re artistic people, Vee. I'm a
graybeard, an old bachelor; so I am accorded certain privileges.
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