She tried to imagine herself “getting something,” to project herself as sitting down at a desk and writing, or as returning after her work to some pleasantly equipped and free and independent flat. "Who? Jack!" exclaimed Jonathan. He lit a cigarette and loitered about. “You might at least,” she murmured, “have invented a more romantic reason. Manning, “I know. "Your health, Kneebone. One nail drives out another, it's true; but the worst nail you can employ is a coffin-nail. I suppose my creed is, ‘I believe rather indistinctly in God the Father Almighty, substratum of the evolutionary process, and, in a vein of vague sentimentality that doesn’t give a datum for anything at all, in Jesus Christ, His Son. ‘You cannot mean General Charvill?’ ‘That old martinet?’ exclaimed Roding. She found herself alone in the train asking herself what she must do next, and trying not to think of herself as cut off from home or any refuge whatever from the world she had resolved to face. .
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