” “You mean—you think——” “Hush! I think that he was concealed in my room, and Annabel and he met there. And Miss Miniver began to sway her. “I mean to go to that dance! I meant to reason with you, but you won’t reason. It is for that reason that this novel begins with her there, and neither earlier nor later, for it is the history of this crisis and its consequences that this novel has to tell. But once he had steered the lady down the hall and along a passage to a window seat at the end, he abandoned the subject of society. “There was a keg, hash, LSD, pot, you know, the usual. The terror faded from her eyes. Ramage, by a hundred skilful hints had led her to realize that the problem of her own life was inseparably associated with, and indeed only one special case of, the problems of any woman’s life, and that the problem of a woman’s life is love. Any man might have endeavoured to protect himself in this fashion, a man with no one to care, with an unnameable terror at the thought (as if it mattered!) of being buried in alien earth, far from the familiar places he loved. Saint Giles's Round-house. She felt the warm nearness of his.
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