Surely he was imagining this picture. I’m not half smart enough for the West End. None of the things they said and did were altogether new to Ann Veronica, but now she got them massed and alive, instead of by glimpses or in books—alive and articulate and insistent. Stanley, “I am anxious. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. I’ve been smoking cigarettes in the preparation-room and thinking this out.
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