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           Hereadthescoresinthestoppressfirst,thenhowitwasahotday;thenaboutamurdercase.Havingdonethingsmillionsoftimesenrichedthem,thoughitmightbesaidtotakethesurfaceoff.Thepastenriched,andexperience,andhavingcaredforoneortwopeople,andsohavingacquiredthepowerwhichtheyounglack,ofcuttingshort,doingwhatonelikes,notcaringarapwhatpeoplesayandcomingandgoingwithoutanyverygreatexpectations(helefthispaperonthetableandmovedoff),whichhowever(andhelookedforhishatandcoat)wasnotaltogethertrueofhim,notto-night,forherehewasstartingtogotoaparty,athisage,withthebeliefuponhimthathewasabouttohaveanexperience.Butwhat?

           Beautyanyhow.Notthecrudebeautyoftheeye.Itwasnotbeautypureandsimple—BedfordPlaceleadingintoRussellSquare.Itwasstraightnessandemptinessofcourse;thesymmetryofacorridor;butitwasalsowindowslitup,apiano,agramophonesounding;asenseofpleasure-makinghidden,butnowandagainemergingwhen,throughtheuncurtainedwindow,thewindowleftopen,onesawpartiessittingovertables,youngpeopleslowlycircling,conversationsbetweenmenandwomen,maidsidlylookingout(astrangecommenttheirs,whenworkwasdone),stockingsdryingontopledges,aparrot,afewplants.Absorbing,mysterious,ofinfiniterichness,thislife.