They might applaud, or object, or interfere, but the drama was her very own. . . Ramage, that iron-gray man of the world, appeared dressed in a bowler hat and a suit of hard gray, astride of a black horse. In an instant the expectant calm of Westminster was ended, and the very Speaker in the chair blenched at the sound of the policemen’s whistles. "Do you see any likeness?" "Don't I," returned Jack, bitterly. He could not understand how men could live ignoring this one predominant interest, this wonderful research into personality and the possibilities of pleasing, these complex, fascinating expeditions that began in interest and mounted to the supremest, most passionate intimacy. It was a night of storm and terror, which promised each moment to become more stormy and more terrible. He worked afternoons, when everybody else went to sleep; he worked at night under a heat-giving light, with insects buzzing and dropping about, with a blue haze of tobacco smoke that tried to get out and could not. Tears sprang to her eyes. Lost in thought, Lucy barely heard Mrs. Wood. He seated himself before it. "I am happy—quite happy now. The tree-lined streets were silent except for the sporadic revving of glass packs down Church Avenue.
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