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    Software name: appdown
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      Why, Miss Propert, she said. Fancy working on Sunday morning when all good people are at church!{180}And then the fatuous voice suddenly ceased. To his extreme terror Alice with her earnest eyes leaned forwards towards him. She was husky through influenza, but the purport of what she said was horribly clear.

      She paused in her work but did not look at him.

      Quivering and tuneful it soared, now almost invisible against the blue, but easily seen again when a white cloud rolled up behind it, and the shadow preceding it turned the fresh emerald of the down grass to a dark purplish green. At that the delicate trembling hints of spring suddenly crystallised in Keelings heart into strong definite emotion. It was young, it sang to its mate as it climbed into the sky....

      Now whos been talking about my not behaving properly to your mother except yourself? said Keeling.The moment he suggested that, her whole nature, her consciousness of the entire innocence of her visits there, was up in arms against the proposal. Not to go there would imply that there was a reason for not going there, and there was none. Whatever had passed between Mrs Keeling and her husband yesterday was no business of hers; she intended to finish her work. This conclusion was comprised in the decision with which she answered him.

      Delicious! said Alice, beginning to be naughty with her pomegranates.


      They drove on a little way in silence, for Mrs Keelings utterance got a little choked up with pride and gratification, like a congested gutter, and in all her husbands mental equipment there was nothing that could be responsive to these futilities. They evoked nothing whatever in him; he had not the soil from which they sprang, which Mrs Keeling had carted into her own psychical garden in such abundance since she had become Lady Mayoress. Besides, for the present there{250} was nothing real to him, not the lunch, not the public recognition, not the impending Club election, except that moment when he had fixed Norahs glance, drawn it to himself as on an imperishable thread across the crowded rooms, when he rose to reply. He almost wished his wife would go on talking again: her babble seemed to build a wall round him, which cutting him off by its inanity from other topics that might engage him, left him alone with Norah. Very soon his wish was fully gratified.That is all, he said, at the end. I will read them over and sign them, as soon as they are done.


      I forget. I dont think I saw.


      Indeed, its allowed, said Mrs Keeling, but as for Alice smoking, well, that is a good joke. And as for your being too comfortable I call that another joke.