“If you come a step nearer to me,” she said, “I will smash
every glass on this table. “Who decorated the school like this?” She asked,
peering up at the multicolored banners that hung
everywhere. The youth with
his hair like Russell cleared his throat and said rather irrelevantly that he knew a
man who knew Thomas Bayard Simmons, who had rioted in the Strangers’
Gallery, and then Capes, finding them all distinctly pro-Ann Veronica, if not profeminist, ventured to be perverse, and started a vein of speculation upon the
Scotchman’s idea—that there were still hopes of women evolving into
something higher. “It has all been a
mistake, hasn’t it?”
“No more talking,” the doctor interposed. Nor was Jack by any means the only stripling in the room. Imagination, coloured by the obscurity, peopled the air with phantoms. Habits and tastes are no longer the same.
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