Fretting and fidgeting, he had, after
an hour or so, turned to McClintock. I think that WAS decision. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been
taken out of the air she breathed. “Believe me, I know. A cool
gray light illuminated small portions of the stone floor. There was a very white-faced
youngster of eighteen who brushed back his hair exactly in Russell’s manner,
and was disposed to be uncomfortably silent when he was near her, and to whom
she felt it was only Christian kindness to be consistently pleasant; and a lax
young man of five-and-twenty in navy blue, who mingled Marx and Bebel with
the more orthodox gods of the biological pantheon. “Then why the devil,” he demanded, “do you let
me stand you dinners and the opera—and why do you come to a cabinet
particuliar with me?”
He became radiant with anger. .
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