She had been so busy with life that, for a vast
gulf of time, as it seemed, she had given no thought to those ancient, imagined
things of her childhood. "Why, this is your writing Dolly, and addressed to
Mr. Wild,
gentlemen, and the nubbin' cheat. He was six blocks away from his home, a ten story
building apparently made solely of glass. “I will tell you when to
stop. Could you
just let me in? I have a surprise for him. ”
“I don’t think it makes a rap of difference, except for one thing. The pursuit of pleasure, selfgratification, is an original instinct with her. “Sit down,” he
said, and perused—“perused” is the word for it—for some moments. As she talked she made weak
little gestures with her hands, and she thrust her face forward from her bent
shoulders; and she peered sometimes at Ann Veronica and sometimes at a
photograph of the Axenstrasse, near Fluelen, that hung upon the wall. "
"And you want me to find a minister?" she asked, with ready comprehension.
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