The Longest Journey by E. M. (Edward Morgan) Forster
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trust lady visitors on its premises alone."
"But who's to know I'm alone? With a lot of men in the drawing-room, how's each to know that I'm not with the others?" "That would shock Rickie," said Agnes, laughing. "He's frightfully high-principled." "No, I'm not," said Rickie, thinking of his recent shiftiness over breakfast. "Then come for a walk with me. I want exercise. Some connection of ours was once rector of Madingley. I shall walk out and see the church." Mrs. Lewin was accordingly left in the Union. "This is jolly!" Agnes exclaimed as she strode along the somewhat depressing road that leads out of Cambridge past the observatory. "Do I go too fast?" "No, thank you. I get stronger every year. If it wasn't for the look of the thing, I should be quite happy." "But you don't care for the look of the thing. It's only ignorant people who do that, surely." "Perhaps. I care. I like people who are well-made and beautiful. They are of some use in the world. I understand why they are there. I cannot understand why the ugly and crippled are there, |
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