She could smell him almost as
strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape
walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester
smell of his wet umbrella. The Iron Bar
397
XVIII. “I’ll get a towel. One
married as he wished and one against his wishes, and now here was Ann
Veronica, his little Vee, discontented with her beautiful, safe, and sheltering
home, going about with hatless friends to Socialist meetings and art-class
dances, and displaying a disposition to carry her scientific ambitions to
unwomanly lengths. She
did not twitch. ”
“And such a beast of a one,” Sydney remarked vigorously. ” He declared that
no book could be satisfactory that left a bad taste in the mouth, however much it
seized and interested the reader at the time. What of that?"
"Vot 'o that!" echoed Sharples, peevishly: "Everythin'. ” He brought
out the twins.
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