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However, they reached the cottage: and food and beer and Tanny, piqued with curiosity to know what the men had been saying privately to each other. After dinner they sat once more talking round the fire. Lilly sat in a small chair facing the fire, the other two in the armchairs on either side the hearth.
Jim opened his mouth in a grin, and gazed long and malevolently at his questioner. "Yes," he said. Then he sprawled his long six foot of limb and body across the box again. "You should try loving somebody, for a change," said Tanny. "You've been loved too often. Why not try and love somebody?" Jim eyed her narrowly. "I couldn't love YOU," he said, in vicious tones. "A la bonne heure!" said Tanny.
And Aaron belongs to this little system, and Jim is waiting to be psychoanalysed, and Tanny is waiting for her own glorification. "All right, Aaron. Last time I break my bread for anybody, this is. So get better, my flautist, so that I can go away. "It was easy for the Red Indians and the Others to take their hook into death.
The next day, Saturday, Aaron went to one of the Del Torre music mornings. There was a string quartette and a violin soloist and the Marchese at the piano. The audience, some dozen or fourteen friends, sat at the near end of the room, or in the smaller salotta, whilst the musicians performed at the further end of the room. The Lillys were there, both Tanny and her husband.
The pianola stopped, they all chatted indiscriminately. Jim was watching the new-comer Mrs. Browning with a concentrated wolfish grin. "I like her," he said at last. "I've seen her before, haven't I? I like her awfully." "Yes," said Josephine, with a slight grunt of a laugh. "He wants to be loved." "Oh," cried Clariss. "So do I!" "Then there you are!" cried Tanny.
"Not while I'm here. I loathe the slimy creepy personal intimacy. 'Don't you think, Mr. Bricknell, that it's lovely to be able to talk quite simply to somebody? Oh, it's such a relief, after most people " Lilly mimicked his wife's last speech savagely. "But I MEAN it," cried Tanny. "It is lovely." "Dirty messing," said Lilly angrily. Jim watched the dark, irascible little man with amusement.
"In about a month," said Tanny. "You must be awfully pleased." "Oh thankful THANKFUL to get out of England " "I know. That's how I feel. Everything is so awful so dismal and dreary, I find it " They crowded into the train. Men were still yelling like wild beasts others were asleep soldiers were singing.
In fact, the little man bolted the moment he could, dragging after him the indignant Tanny, who was so looking forward to the excellent little sandwiches. But no Lilly just rudely bolted. Aaron followed as soon as he could. "Will you come to dinner tomorrow evening?" said his hostess to him as he was leaving. And he agreed.
"Do you think so?" he answered. "Yes, I do. It seems so FAR from Shottle House and Christmas Eve. Oh, wasn't it exciting!" cried Julia. Aaron looked at her, but did not answer. "We've heard all about you," said Tanny playfully. "Oh, yes," he replied. "Come!" said Josephine, rather irritated. "We crowd up the gangway." And she led the way inside the box.
"Yes, indeed. Which they do half the time. Sacred children, and sacred motherhood, I'm absolutely fed stiff by it. That's why I'm thankful I have no children. Tanny can't come it over me there." "It's a fact. When a woman's got her children, by God, she's a bitch in the manger. You can starve while she sits on the hay. It's useful to keep her pups warm." "Yes."
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