’ Gerald let out a sigh both relieved and satisfied and repeated the name. "Let me look at the paper. "There'll be a louder echo here presently," thought Jonathan. “Where would you like to go? Are you hungry?” “No. All the furniture was moved, all the meals were disarranged, and everybody, Ann Veronica included, appeared in new, bright costumes. “Gracious!” she exclaimed to herself. For the most part these were detached people: men practising the plastic arts, young writers, young men in employment, a very large proportion of girls and women—self-supporting women or girls of the student class. That is what terrified her: the consciousness that nothing in her life would be continuous, that she would no sooner form friendships (like the present) than relentless fate would thrust her into a new circle. But I don't understand her; she's over my head.
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