The man had favoured him with a brief nod, but the girl had gone so far as to offer a tiny smile, and a look under her lashes with which not even Gerald, for all his scant interest in female society, could fail to be familiar. Understand me! I forbid it. ’ Gerald could not resist. One day I can be a Gothic chick, and the next day I’ll be Hitler Youth. But there is something in your voice that makes me distrust you. “Oh, John, please!” “You are already leaving me. It may be a long string, long enough if you like to tangle up all sorts of people; but there it is! If the paymaster pulls, home she must go. Day by day she followed the spiritual and physical contest between this man and woman. He moved her dress from her shoulders and off her torso. The two great hotels on their right were still ablaze with lights. He wouldn’t like it if people did it to him. She was an indignant queen, no doubt she was alarmed and disgusted within limits; but she was highly excited, and there was something, some low adventurous strain in her being, some element, subtle at least if base, going about the rioting ways and crowded insurgent meeting-places of her mind declaring that the whole affair was after all—they are the only words that express it—a very great lark indeed. After all, why need one look down. Even the abstract paintings on the wall were gray.
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