Even then she had understood vaguely that she had touched upon some philosophy of life: that one was never lonely when alone, only in the midst of crowds. Do you expect me, I wonder. ” She tried to sound convincing as she looked away hotly. A hush descended across the audience as instruments tuned, creating small ladders of fifths that collapsed abruptly, snatches of solos that disappeared and reappeared like gags in a house of mirrors. There were mysterious sounds, all of them musical. He began to tell me something—and stopped. Her head dipped deeply into the current, and she narrowly escaped being swamped. Annabel shook her head. The road which wound by Westbourne Green, gave him a full view of the hill of Hampstead with its church, its crest of houses, and its villas peeping from out the trees. I met a Hindu a few weeks ago who was a Harvard man. “You see,” she said, very gently, “I AM going.
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