There was a very white-faced youngster of eighteen who brushed back his hair exactly in Russell’s manner, and was disposed to be uncomfortably silent when he was near her, and to whom she felt it was only Christian kindness to be consistently pleasant; and a lax young man of five-and-twenty in navy blue, who mingled Marx and Bebel with the more orthodox gods of the biological pantheon. His head turned sideways towards the noise, his brows scowling. ‘I can take care of myself, bête. If ever I did meet a man I could love, I should love him”—her voice dropped again—“platonically.
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