Upon my word, Anna,” she declared, with a
strange little laugh, “you are a thousand times more like me as I was two months
ago than I am myself. He contrasted with Russell, whose intellectual methods were, so to speak,
sceptically dogmatic. You have converted me to—Lester Ward! You are
my dear friend, you are a slip of a girl, but there are moments when my head has
been on your breast, when your heart has been beating close to my ears, when I
have known you for the goddess, when I have wished myself your slave, when I
have wished that you could kill me for the joy of being killed by you. And there was no intimation whatever that the blinds would
ever go up or the windows or doors be opened, or the chandeliers, that seemed to
promise such a blaze of fire, unveiled and furnished and lit. But if not himself, there would be another
soon enough. Spurling, drily. A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short
thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. ”
An immense gulf seemed to open between father and daughter as he said these
words. "
"Look here, my boy, that attitude is all damned nonsense. . “Because you used to be my friend, Lucy, and now I
don’t get to see you anymore unless I can get into your
house. ”
“Bring me a whisky and soda, and a box of cigarettes,” Ennison answered, “and
then leave me alone, there’s a good fellow.
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