‘Come on. She had to school herself to speak the words which she knew would cut him like a knife. It would not have been for her an anomaly to read a love story in which there were no kisses. To have written a short story in a week was rather a remarkable feat. You would rather live like the scum of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in bourgeois paradise. ‘To go to these Charvill, it was not in my plot. Why? While the front of his mind was busy warning her not to fall into the hopeless miseries of underpaid teaching, and explaining his idea that for women of initiative, quite as much as for men, the world of business had by far the best chances, the back chambers of his brain were busy with the problem of that “Why?” His first idea as a man of the world was to explain her unrest by a lover, some secret or forbidden or impossible lover.
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