He stepped quickly towards her. “Quite particularly nice,” said her aunt. It now came to him with an added thrill how well she had told her story; simply and directly, no skipping, no wandering hither and yon: from the first hour she could remember, to the night she had fled in the proa, a clear sustained narrative. “There is no—Good God!” he exclaimed. What could I do at home? The other’s a crumple-up—just surrender. Her specialty is the central thing in life, it is life itself, the warmth of life, sex—and love. With Jack so badly injured, how would she get him home? How get herself home, now that Trodger had arrested her. “I wonder,” she began, presently, “why I love you—and love you so much?. The touch of his lips neither thrilled nor alarmed her, because the eyes that looked into hers were clean. It’s a pure joy of giving—giving to YOU. Easily. 82 She was putting a manuscript away, gingerly locking its heavy tooled cover, but it was a huge, awkward tome.
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