Very slowly, very fearfully, she turned her head. They got in my mouth. She hung about his chair, followed him to the door, touched his sleeve timidly, all the while striving to pronounce the words which refused to rise to her tongue. Every eye seemed focussed upon her; and yet she had known the sensation to be the conceit of her imagination. He would get her to come to tea with him, usually in a pleasant tea-room over a fruit-shop in Tottenham Court Road, and he would discuss his own point of view and hint at a thousand devotions were she but to command him. That did not sound like the name the young man had offered in the tower of the water-clock. But she was not sure just how to reach it. She rested for a half hour in heaven on earth, feeling herself drift in and out of sleep. She woke up choking and belching water. They conversed, or more or less she interviewed him. This is your choice. 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.
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