Then it
dawned. There used to be an after deckhouse and a
shallow well for the wheel; but I changed that. She loved the market, the horses
trotting about, the bishops forced to be on the same road
with old washer-women, the fools begging for a Florin or
a ducat. “I don’t know whether I shall go on,” said Gwen, a novel note of languorous
professionalism creeping into her voice. She had maintained
a B in each subject except History, which she occasionally
felt compelled to strive for A’s in, considering she had
lived through most of it. “So is Mr. I’ve
called half a dozen times at her flat, and she won’t see me. He panted for a moment with unuttered replies, and then, with a scornful
gesture, got up and left the cell.
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