"These writer chaps are queer birds. She could hear the raucous laughter and bad music below. She made herself serenely unaware of his existence, though it may be it was his presence that sent her by the field detour instead of by the direct path up the Avenue. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed. She touched bow to strings, playing a fifth. If you knew anything about Canton ware, you were, as like as not, sorely tempted to stuff a teacup into your pocket. There were moments when she thought of turning upon this man and talking to him. She had gladly lowered her eyes as she had been instructed to in front of the fine ladies and lords, as she was more interested in their clothing and fripperies than their faces.
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