” “Then there is also,” Anna remarked, “a Montague Hill who is very much alive. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world, with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes, its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much as an animal goes out to seek food. The idea that he held in his arms the girl whom he had once so passionately loved, and for whom he still retained an ardent but hopeless attachment, almost overcame him. He lowered himself on to her. Ann Veronica jumped up to get her the cardtable. “What’s going on with you?” John asked inquisitively, looking down at her abdomen. Giles's was lined with spectators. Her roving eagerness was at all times shaded with shyness, reserve, repression. " "Lord bless us! you alarm me. ” “Try what?” She asked, coolly assessing his lithe hips. ‘Do please continue,’ Gerald begged, deceptively docile.
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