“We are only in the dawn of the Age of Friendship,” he said, “when interest, I suppose, will take the place of passions. ’ ‘So Charvill did tell him,’ Gerald said, once more staring into the hole in the wall. It hit her just above the knee. This man has an evil reputation. Her eye met Miss Stanley’s understandingly, and she was if anything a trifle more affectionate in her greeting to Ann Veronica. Bribble’s rendering of the service —he had the sort of voice that brings out things—and was still teeming with ideas about it when finally a wild outburst from the organ made it clear that, whatever snivelling there might be down in the chancel, that excellent wind instrument was, in its Mendelssohnian way, as glad as ever it could be. ” “You love—Anna?” she exclaimed. He could not understand how men could live ignoring this one predominant interest, this wonderful research into personality and the possibilities of pleasing, these complex, fascinating expeditions that began in interest and mounted to the supremest, most passionate intimacy. One swift glance about the room, and a sensation of grim foreboding swept through him.
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