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“He wants to settle something on you, I believe. ‘Do not be alarmed, Jacques. He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe. He glanced at Miss Klegg again, and spoke quickly and furtively, with eager eyes on Ann Veronica’s face. She felt this was the sensible way out of this oddly sinister situation. If a certain kink in your sense of honour will not permit you to go to her as a lover, go to her as a comrade. His baggy shorts sagged over knobby knees that tapered into decrepit Reebok sneakers. You were afraid of me, afraid that I should have been shocked, afraid of the scandal. See? Nothing really. 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. All the events of the previous day rushed to his recollection; and though he had been unintentionally the cause of his mother's death, he reproached himself as severely as if he had been her actual murderer.
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