The Longest Journey by E. M. (Edward Morgan) Forster
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"I don't go in for greatest friends." "Do you mean you like us all equally?" "All differently, those of you I like." "Ah, you've caught it!" cried Mrs. Lewin. "Mr. Elliot gave it you there well." Agnes laughed, and, her elbows on the table, regarded them both through her fingers--a habit of hers. Then she said, "Can't we see the great Mr. Ansell?" "Oh, let's. Or would he frighten me?" "He would frighten you," said Rickie. "He's a trifle weird." "My good Rickie, if you knew the deathly dullness of Sawston-- every one saying the proper thing at the proper time, I so proper, Herbert so proper! Why, weirdness is the one thing I long for! Do arrange something." "I'm afraid there's no opportunity. Ansell goes some vast bicycle ride this afternoon; this evening you're tied up at the Hall; and tomorrow you go." "But there's breakfast tomorrow," said Agnes. "Look here, Rickie, bring Mr. Ansell to breakfast with us at Buoys." |
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