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At the back of her mind, dim and yet disconcerting, was the perception that she herself did not know what she wanted. As for Mike’s observations on John’s desires to get laid, it was the pot calling the kettle black. Sara Darnell was a sprightly, svelte twenty-five year old who was known for serving detentions at meter maid frequency, if only to be taken marginally more seriously by the predominantly male Lincoln High Science Department. She found herself again in the presence of some element in life about which she had been trained not to think, about which she was perhaps instinctively indisposed to think; something which jarred, in spite of all her mental resistance, with all her preconceptions of a clean and courageous girl walking out from Morningside Park as one walks out of a cell into a free and spacious world. This intercourse, which had been planned to warm Ann Veronica to a familiar affection with Ramage, was certainly warming Ramage to a constantly deepening interest in Ann Veronica. In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. One has to train one’s self not to.
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