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Goopes, who had at first been a little reserved, resorted presently to the Socratic method to restrain the young man with the orange tie, and bent his forehead over him, and brought out at last very clearly from him that the body was only illusion and everything nothing but just spirit and molecules of thought. Ray did not pace, he just stood. “Go to the far corner,” he said, “and sing the last verse of Les Petites. “I will tell you when to stop. He did not so much cut into this conversation as loom over it, for he was a tall, if rather studiously stooping, man. He came in apologetically; all the old “Well, and how ARE we?” note gone; and once he asked Ann Veronica, almost furtively, “How’s Alice getting on, Vee?” Finally, on the Day, he appeared like his old professional self transfigured, in the most beautiful light gray trousers Ann Veronica had ever seen and a new shiny silk hat with a most becoming roll. “David,” she said, “you are not a coward, are you?” “I do not know,” he muttered. But if I painted her as I'd like to, the natives would instantly distrust me; and I'd have to build up confidence all over again. He took his seat at the table, but leaned forward to address her.
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