Part 2 Ann Veronica Stanley was twenty-one and a half years old. Although she did not understand why he persisted in this pursuit of her affairs. Grace, confidence, the power of movement even, seemed gone from her. There happened that year to be an unusual proportion of girls and women in the advanced laboratory, perhaps because the class as a whole was an exceptionally small one. A black-garbed young lad leapt out and let down the steps. "You are giving that chap the boot rather suddenly?" "Had to. Spurling and Marvel rose too. "It is time!" "For what?" grumbled the latter, rubbing his eyes. Their example was immediately imitated by the officers, constables, javelin men, and other attendants; and nothing was to be heard but shouts of laughter and jesting,—nothing seen but the passing of glasses, and the emptying of foaming jugs.
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