He, for his part, was trying to grasp the series of unexpected reactions that had
so wrecked their tete-a-tete. He stirred
continually, thrusting his legs about and flinging his arms above his head. It was a
cheerful, irresponsible, shamelessly hard-up family in the key of faded green and
flattened purple, and the girls went on from the High School to the Fadden Art
School and a bright, eventful life of art student dances, Socialist meetings,
theatre galleries, talking about work, and even, at intervals, work; and ever and
again they drew Ann Veronica from her sound persistent industry into the circle
of these experiences. It keeps dangling
in front of my eyes. \"Can I get your ticket?\" He asked her as she
approached the vendor. ‘That’s not much comfort. “But why now?
Don’t boys know that I am involved with John right
now?”
“That’s not the way it works, Lucy. ’ He looked the girl up and
down. I have
given up painting. That was what she was trying to make him understand. You are a sisterless man; you have never heard the ordinary talk that goes on at a
girls’ boarding-school. This individual apparently met with some impediment to his further progress; for
he had not proceeded many steps when he turned suddenly about, and darted up
the passage in which Wood stood.
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