A Room With A View - Forster E.M..pdf - Cove Systems
A Room With A View - Forster E.M..pdf - Cove Systems A Room With A View - Forster E.M..pdf - Cove Systems
She was as scarlet as if he had put the thing most indelicately. "No--more you have," she stammered. "Then I ask you--may I now?" "Of course, you may, Cecil. You might before. I can't run at you, you know." At that supreme moment he was conscious of nothing but absurdities. Her reply was inadequate. She gave such a business-like lift to her veil. As he approached her he found time to wish that he could recoil. As he touched her, his gold pince-nez became dislodged and was flattened between them. Such was the embrace. He considered, with truth, that it had been a failure. Passion should believe itself irresistible. It should forget civility and consideration and all the other curses of a refined nature. Above all, it should never ask for leave where there is a right of
way. Why could he not do as any labourer or navvy--nay, as any young man behind the counter would have done? He recast the scene. Lucy was standing flowerlike by the water, he rushed up and took her in his arms; she rebuked him, permitted him and revered him ever after for his manliness. For he believed that women revere men for their manliness. They left the pool in silence, after this one salutation. He waited for her to make some remark which should show him her inmost thoughts. At last she spoke, and with fitting gravity. "Emerson was the name, not Harris." "What name?" "The old man's." "What old man?"
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She was as scarlet as if he had put the thing<br />
most indelicately.<br />
"No--more you have," she stammered.<br />
"Then I ask you--may I now?"<br />
"Of course, you may, Cecil. You might<br />
before. I can't run at you, you know."<br />
At that supreme moment he was conscious of<br />
nothing but absurdities. Her reply was<br />
inadequate. She gave such a business-like lift<br />
to her veil. As he approached her he found<br />
time to wish that he could recoil. As he<br />
touched her, his gold pince-nez became<br />
dislodged and was flattened between them.<br />
Such was the embrace. He considered, with<br />
truth, that it had been a failure. Passion should<br />
believe itself irresistible. It should forget<br />
civility and consideration and all the other<br />
curses of a refined nature. Above all, it should<br />
never ask for leave where there is a right of
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