If so I shall have to leave. " "Surely, you haven't stolen it?" "Stolen's an awkward word. She was aware of it now as if it were a voice shouting outside a house, shouting passionate verities in a hot sunlight, a voice that cries while people talk insincerely in a darkened room and pretend not to hear. He had gained admission somehow, and he too was waiting for Anna. Determined, however, not be taken with life, he held on. “When one wants a thing more than anything else in the world,” she said with outrageous frankness, “one naturally wishes one had it. " "Hold your tongue, hussy!" cried her husband gruffly. ” “I can’t go back to the Beck’s ever again. It was an unspoken curfew in the Beck house on week nights. This was number 13, Montague Street, familiarly spoken of in the neighbourhood as “White’s.
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