A Room With A View - Forster E.M..pdf - Cove Systems

"It is so. I will inflict Joseph Emery Prank on
you no longer."
Cecil, this afternoon seemed such a twittering
sparrow. The ups and downs in his voice were
noticeable, but they did not affect her. She had
dwelt amongst melody and movement, and
her nerves refused to answer to the clang of
his. Leaving him to be annoyed, she gazed at
the black head again. She did not want to
stroke it, but she saw herself wanting to stroke
it; the sensation was curious.
"How do you like this view of ours, Mr.
Emerson?"
"I never notice much difference in views."
"What do you mean?"
"Because they're all alike. Because all that
matters in them is distance and air."
"H'm!" said Cecil, uncertain whether the