The violence of the collision nearly threw him backwards, and caused him to swerve as he sprang. In the afternoon he probably loafs in his pajamas. “She is marvellously clever,” he said. He was unusually absurd and ready, and all the time it seemed to Ann Veronica as a delightful possibility, as a thing not indeed to be entertained seriously, but to be half furtively felt, that he was being so agreeable because she had come back again. And in its way it was very well. “Cheveney wouldn’t have anything to say about it, as it happens,” he remarked, a little grimly. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice.
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