He had diverged only a little from the truth when he said that his chief interest
in life was women. "Holloa—what's that?" cried Austin, starting up. She
spoke with many other high schoolers while reveling in
her new popularity. Until that
was done a certain experience of life assured him that a girl is a locked coldness
against a man’s approach. She went down, feeling rather than seeing the way. “Who’ll
mind the baby nar?” was one of the night’s inspirations, and very frequent. This was an imitation of the noises
made by the carnivora at the Zoological Gardens at feeding-time; the idea was
taken up by prisoner after prisoner until the whole place was alive with barkings,
yappings, roarings, pelican chatterings, and feline yowlings, interspersed with
shrieks of hysterical laughter. She and Courtlaw drove
homewards together. "
"Not now, my love—not now," entreated Wood. He was standing up with the telegram crumpled in his hand.
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