Beyond the Circus Ann Veronica went into a British Tea-Table Company shop
to get some tea. He loved Ann Veronica, he said; he was so mad to have her
that he defeated himself, and did crude and alarming and senseless things. Part 4
But presently, as she sat on the one antimacassared red silk chair and surveyed
her hold-all and bag in that tidy, rather vacant, and dehumanized apartment, with
its empty wardrobe and desert toilet-table and pictureless walls and stereotyped
furnishings, a sudden blankness came upon her as though she didn’t matter, and
had been thrust away into this impersonal corner, she and her gear. “Just fine. Mauled about!”
She fell to rubbing her insulted lips savagely with the back of her hand. There all the loose characters thronged, assignations were openly
made, and the spectators diverted themselves with the vagaries of its miserable
inhabitants. Everything had stayed the same during the centuries. They were now both in a
state of unprecedented physical fitness. The City worried him a good deal, and what energy he had
left over he spent partly in golf, a game he treated very seriously, and partly in
the practices of microscopic petrography. Selling out of the Army to take up his inheritance had spelled boredom to Gerald
Alderley. “I think they do.
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