He was always one step ahead of the curve, and
he had found the right girls would always rat on a
ringleader when their own academic records or passage to
top rated colleges were at stake. A slow
anger burned in the man. It came to Ann Veronica one night after a long talk with Miss Miniver, as a
sudden remarkable thing, as a grotesque, novel aspect, that this slowly
elaborating biological scheme had something more than an academic interest for
herself. He reached the top floor and ran down the corridor to the little dressing room
at the end where he had lost her before. "That's well. Nine years ago, I was honest—was
happy. Come down, I say, instantly, or I'll make you. There wasn’t, I
know, between myself and my father. \"What about scholarships?\"
\"Can't get 'em if your parents are rich. I said, that day at Surbiton, ‘There’s many good things in life, but
there’s only one best, and that’s the wild-haired girl who’s pulling away at that
oar. ‘Tell me, my boy. In this hour its
colossal selfishness never occurred to him. Hastening to the spot where he had tied
his horse to a tree, he vaulted into the saddle, and rode off across the fields,—for
he was fearful of encountering the hostile party,—till he reached the Edgeware
Road. Brown.
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