“Okay. The young lady—if she had come in here at all—had vanished. Either you have had to love people or hate them—which is a sort of love, too, in its way—to get anything out of them. Her cheeks were the colour of chalk, her eyes were filled with terror. It was Ennison, who loomed up through the shadows. I said I knew he disliked and distrusted you and your work—that you shared all Russell’s opinions: he hates Russell beyond measure—and that we couldn’t possibly face a conventional marriage. “You permitted me then to call you my friend.
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