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Tonight, I continue the story, night and day by Virginia Woolf.

So lie down, close your eyes, and let me read you a story.

Chapter 5. eyes and let me read you a story. Chapter 2

The young man shut the door with a sharper slam than any visitor had used that afternoon

and walked up the street at a great pace, cutting the air with his walking stick.

He was glad to find himself outside that drawing room, breathing raw fog,

and in contact with unpolished people who only wanted their share of the pavement allowed

to them. He thought that if he had had Mr. or Mrs. or Miss Hilberry out there, he would

have made them somehow feel his superiority, for he was chafed by the memory of halting awkward

sentences which had failed to give even the young woman with the sad but inwardly ironical eyes

a hint of his force.

He tried to recall the actual words of his little outburst, and unconsciously supplemented

them by so many words of greater expressiveness, that the irritation of his failure was somewhat

assuaged.

Sudden stabs of the unmitigated truth assailed him now and then,

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