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He walked very slowly up the hill as if he had a great load on his back, and at last he saw a light a little to the left, and he thought it likely it was from Winny's house it was shining, and he turned from the path to go to it.
But it was a strain upon the heart and upon the nerves; and the effect on Winny's physique was so evident that Ranny noticed it. He noticed that Winny was more slender and less sturdy than she used to be; her figure, to his expert eye, suggested the hateful possibility of flabbiness. He thought he had traced the deterioration to its source when he asked her if she had chucked the Poly. She had.
They were going down the long entrance to the Exhibition, between painted walls, in brilliant illumination, and in publicity that might have been trying if they had had eyes for anything except each other. Winny's eyes were brimming with joy and tenderness as she looked at him.
Even the quiet Zoë was roused, and her exclamations were as rapturous as Winny's. Felix's feats of climbing were frightful; we were never quite sure where to look for him. If Smart had not kept his eye on him, and threatened him with sundry punishments, I don't know in what mischief he would not have been. He is much more afraid of Smart than he is of his mother.
I've never been to a Gymnasium in my life before." "You ought to come. You should join us, Miss Usher. Why don't you?" "Thank you, Mr. Ransome, I'd rather not. I don't see myself!" He didn't see her either. Some of his innocence had gone. She had taken it away from him. He was beginning to understand how Winny's performance had struck her.
All day Ransome had been overcome by a certain melancholy which Winny for some reason affected to ignore. They had been silent for a perceptible time, Ransome lying on his back while Winny, seated beside him, gathered what daisies and buttercups were within her reach. And as he watched her sidelong, it struck him all at once that Winny's life was worse even than his own.
He had been close upon Winny at the corner as they turned, so close that he could have touched her. He thought she had seen him, but he could not be sure. He was also aware of a large eye slued round toward him in a pretty profile that lifted itself, deep-chinned, above Winny's head. Their behavior agitated him, but he forbore to track them further.
He rushed, for sheer decency, into a stuttering defense. "Well, but well, but but it's all right, don't you know?" "It's all right for men. They're different. But " "Not right for women?" "If you reelly want to know no. I don't think it is. It isn't pretty, for one thing." "Oh, I say how about Winny?" "Winny's different. It doesn't seem to matter so much for her." "Why not for her?"
It was queer, he thought, how Winny felt as he did about most things in life. But Winny's joy over the house was nothing to her joy over the garden, the garden that Ranny had made, and over the little tree that he had planted. It was the most beautiful and wonderful tree in the whole world. For in her eyes everything that Ranny did and that he made was beautiful and wonderful.
"What did she go for?" "To have a dress tried on." "I say, she is going it!" "There's a girl in St. Ann's," said Winny, "what makes for her very cheap." He sighed and checked his sigh. "You bin slavin', Win?" "No. Why?" "You looked fagged out." Winny's face was white under the gaslight. She said nothing. She stood there looking out while he propped his bicycle up against the window sill.
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