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Ann Veronica had come to the Imperial College obsessed by the great figure
of Russell, by the part he had played in the Darwinian controversies, and by the
resolute effect of the grim-lipped, yellow, leonine face beneath the mane of
silvery hair. “Where?”
“To that ball. “Of course, one lives
differently in Paris, but then—Paris is Paris. Left to himself, he took a survey of the room, and his
heart leaped as he beheld over the, chimney-piece, a portrait of himself. He was heartily thankful for it. “Are you a virgin, Julian? With your handsome face
and powerful body, you mean to tell me that you haven’t
dipped your wick?”
He started to get angry, “But it’s not the same for guys
as it is for girls!”
“So you have tasted the forbidden fruit, haven’t you?
You’re no different than any male. She had become
neutral towards him and he had used the lesson to try to
advance himself. ” She hesitated. ‘It was your son who left the place empty then?’ he asked.
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