Sheila was a stout woman, her bosoms huge, her face 110 wide and square. It came to Ann Veronica one night after a long talk with Miss Miniver, as a sudden remarkable thing, as a grotesque, novel aspect, that this slowly elaborating biological scheme had something more than an academic interest for herself. “I always notice that people find it very easy to believe what they want to believe, and you see I’m not in the least popular. Oh! you young people!” The young man with the orange tie, in spite of Sisyphus-like efforts on the part of Goopes to get the topic on to a higher plane, displayed great persistence in speculating upon the possible distribution of the affections of highly developed modern types. “Please forgive me—for one moment,” she sobbed.
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