She had a compartment to herself in the train from London to Morningside
Park, and she sat with both her feet on the seat in an attitude that would certainly
have distressed her mother to see, and horrified her grandmother beyond
measure; she sat with her knees up to her chin and her hands clasped before
them, and she was so lost in thought that she discovered with a start, from a
lettered lamp, that she was at Morningside Park, and thought she was moving
out of the station, whereas she was only moving in. “See you at school tomorrow. You're a queer lad. I throw up work—everything! I just teach in one
school, one good school, three days a week. Besides, I acted for others, and not for
myself. “Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her
voice was flat and faint. “You may not leave.
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