“There was a man called Montague Hill,” she said hoarsely, “but he is dead. Do you think that it makes for happiness to force oneself
into the extravagant belief that love is the only thing in the world worth having,
and to sacrifice for it independence, self-respect, one’s whole scheme of life. The vote is only the beginning, the necessary beginning. I had done the most compromising things, and behaved
in the most ridiculous way. The great
untrodden world was before her still, into which no one can pass alone. She was thinking fast now, all her senses on the alert. It was John
Diedermayer, who had been transformed into a young
scholar with a large pair of wire-rimmed eyeglasses on. Ramage, that iron-gray
man of the world, appeared dressed in a bowler hat and a suit of hard gray,
astride of a black horse. On the floor, underneath the sixth row
desks, was an ashtray with a small black dot of blood on
its blunt round corner.
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