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I’ve called half a dozen times at her flat, and she won’t see me. I knew it. She exhorted Ann Veronica not to become one of “those unsexed intellectuals, neither man nor woman. Tell Lucy about the time you were nine years old and blew up the house, John. Capes. Wary they might be. ” “Why in Heaven’s name should I forget?” he cried. It was a large, littered, self-forgetful apartment, decorated with unframed charcoal sketches by various incipient masters; and an open bookcase, surmounted by plaster casts and the half of a human skull, displayed an odd miscellany of books—Shaw and Swinburne, Tom Jones, Fabian Essays, Pope and Dumas, cheek by jowl. Only I’m so incensed with that crazy fool Gerald that—oh, well, never mind. We never started out in any high-browed manner to scandalize and Shelleyfy. It was then for the first time she remembered that she had said nothing to her sister of the man in the hospital. She rose at once with a little exclamation, half of surprise, half of pleasure.
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