They had got all this down already—they
heard the substance of it now for the fourteenth time. I consented. No matter how many books one read, each was
different, as each human being was different. My work will be
all sufficient. A few
yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of
humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape. Here,
might be seen a poor fellow whose teeth were knocked down his throat,
spluttering out the most tremendous menaces, and gesticulating like a madman:
there, another, whose nose was partially slit, vented imprecations and
lamentations in the same breath. Capes went first, finding footholds and, where the drops in the strataedges came like long, awkward steps, placing Ann Veronica’s feet. Things happen to women—proper women—and all they have to do is to
take them well.
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