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For a time they walked in silence. “You are a thousand times more beautiful,” he said, “than anything else could
be. "Well, I'm glad she's spared this. After all there are other things. Flesh and blood, vivid, alluring;
she was no longer the symbol, therefore she had become, as in the twinkling of
an eye, an utter stranger. There was a gentle rustling of skirts. \"Actually, John, I really must get going. She would be haunted
by the visions of their mad faces in her dreams for the
next hundred years. One of them was
a stout square-built man, with a singularly swarthy complexion, and harsh
forbidding features. She sighed with
relief. A fire enveloped her, a fire which was strangely
healing, filling her heart with warmth, blotting out the menace of the world. At last in a street near the Hampstead Road she
hit upon a room that had an exceptional quality of space and order, and a tall
woman with a kindly face to show it. And not only so, but that it was after all, a more systematic and
particular method of examining just the same questions that underlay the
discussions of the Fabian Society, the talk of the West Central Arts Club, the
chatter of the studios and the deep, the bottomless discussions of the simple-life
homes. She was noisy and hilarious and enthusiastic, and her hair was
always abominably done.
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