There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there
were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. And—the idea of committees, of
hustings, of agenda-papers!”
“I don’t see why the responsibility of beauty should all be shifted on to the
women,” said Ann Veronica, suddenly remembering a part of Miss Miniver’s
discourse. She reached the station, and mingling with a crowd of excursionists who had
come from the river on the other side, took her place in the train unnoticed. She
had been sitting on the bench for two and a half hours,
which was uneventful except for the homeless men who
begged for change. In nearly every
speech she heard was the same implication of great and necessary changes in the
world—changes to be won by effort and sacrifice indeed, but surely to be won. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the
veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. As he fell, he caught at the
projecting masonry. She admired
his backside as he fetched a blue towel from his
bathroom. "
"Hum!" exclaimed Jonathan.
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