“That’s all very well when one isn’t the material experimented upon,” Ann
Veronica had remarked. Ye gods! what a
wilderness it is! Every one trying to get the better of every one, every one
regardless of every one—it’s one of those days when every one bumps against
you—every one pouring coal smoke into the air and making confusion worse
confounded, motor omnibuses clattering and smelling, a horse down in the
Tottenham Court Road, an old woman at the corner coughing dreadfully—all the
painful sights of a great city, and here you come into it to take your chances. She
looked at him as he thrust deeply, his face contorted with
pleasure as he watched her riding him. “I can survive on my own. We’re partly human beings and partly females in suspense. You came out like an ant for your nuptial
flight. It was now a quarter past twelve. His eyes were fixed
upon the tablecloth. "I don't know what
his idea was. “No thanks. “It’s odd,” said Ann Veronica, re-entering the flat. She offers me no explanation, permits me
absolutely no hope.
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