“There ought to be a Censorship
of Books. He sat down on the sill of the open window, folded his arms,
and stared straight before him for a long time over the wilderness of tiles and
chimney-pots into a sky that was blue and empty. She
had the same sharp nose—which, indeed, only Ann Veronica, of all the family,
had escaped. On the
present occasion, he appeared to have bestowed more than ordinary attention on
his toilette. At that, the girl jumped up. She sat on the edge of the bed
overwhelmed, the roses cradled in her arms. When I heard about Larry I was going
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to call you, I was, but, well, there is no excuse, is there? I
acted like I was afraid of you, afraid that I liked you, so I
ignored you like a coward. It is no good going into that. “I never dreamt!” she said. Yet her embarrassment was only a passing thing.
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