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“Why waste yourself, John?” 241 < 31 > THE CONCERT Martin Chen showed up early for the pre-concert warm-up at 5:00. At this juncture, Sir Cecil and his followers appeared at the threshold. She has no proof—yet. Here was a terrific figure gnashing his teeth, and howling like a wild beast;—there a lover, with hands clasped together and eyes turned passionately upward. There was a pint of champagne and a quart of mineral water (both taboo) at his elbow. It was the largest room in the house, which was why it had been given over to the main business of the convent as a house of God. A knot of three policemen in conflict with her staggered toward Ann Veronica’s attendants and distracted their attention. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world, with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes, its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much as an animal goes out to seek food. She tried not to notice how much attention Martin Chen had been paying her, but he had been bold enough to speak to her the other day. “You go home,” he said, at parting; “you go home.
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