Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her
poised body a species of paralysis. But the people among whom she was now thrown through the
social exertions of Miss Miniver and the Widgetts—for Teddy and Hetty came
up from Morningside Park and took her to an eighteen-penny dinner in Soho and
introduced her to some art students, who were also Socialists, and so opened the
way to an evening of meandering talk in a studio—carried with them like an
atmosphere this implication, not only that the world was in some stupid and even
obvious way WRONG, with which indeed she was quite prepared to agree, but
that it needed only a few pioneers to behave as such and be thoroughly and
indiscriminately “advanced,” for the new order to achieve itself. The poor boy, wanting his empty coat! The incident, however, caused her to
review the recent events. “Why are you so distant? Why all the mystery? What
are you, a narc? Double-oh-seven or something?”
She steeled herself, refusing to react. He recognised Anna, and at once addressed her. Finally she fell into reflection. “How dare you!” she panted, with
her world screaming and grimacing insult at her.
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