‘Now what?’
The guard jerked his head up the corridor. Stanley, with an imperious gesture, “to come in here. My garden-close
would be a better thing than that. As the novel grew Ruth was astonished to see herself enter and dominate it:
sometimes as she actually was, with all her dreams reviewed—as if he had
caught her talking in her sleep. It was in the quiet streets and squares toward Oxford Street that it first came
into her head disagreeably that she herself was being followed. She had one idea, she found, very clear in her mind—that she would get a
Research Scholarship, and so contrive another year in the laboratory. . I
can’t afford to get behind. There are so many girls nowadays who are quite unpresentable at
tea, with their untrimmed laughs, their awful dispositions of their legs when they
sit down, their slangy disrespect; they no longer smoke, it is true, like the girls of
the eighties and nineties, nevertheless to a fine intelligence they have the flavor
of tobacco.
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