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” The official frowned. One OUGHT to want to please her. “It is very doubtful,” he said. When Capes glanced up at them for a moment, Manning seemed to be holding his arms all about her, and there was nothing but quiet acquiescence in her bearing. I’M shaken. " "Ah!" exclaimed Mrs. She tried to compose her thoughts, to think of the last six months, to steep herself in the calm beauty of the surroundings. "What do you mean by that, sirrah?" cried Wood, reddening with anger. She traveled through back yards and quiet side streets on her way home, careful to avoid the main thoroughfares, fraught as they were with people in cars who would recognize her person or notice her dress. But the people among whom she was now thrown through the social exertions of Miss Miniver and the Widgetts—for Teddy and Hetty came up from Morningside Park and took her to an eighteen-penny dinner in Soho and introduced her to some art students, who were also Socialists, and so opened the way to an evening of meandering talk in a studio—carried with them like an atmosphere this implication, not only that the world was in some stupid and even obvious way WRONG, with which indeed she was quite prepared to agree, but that it needed only a few pioneers to behave as such and be thoroughly and indiscriminately “advanced,” for the new order to achieve itself. The fanatic has no such word in his vocabulary.
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