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Jacob’s Room

CHAPTER TWELVE
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And they are dealt by men as smoothly sculptured as the impassive policeman at Ludgate Circus.

But you will observe that far from being padded to rotundity his face is stiff from force of will, and lean from the efforts of keeping it so.
When his right arm rises, all the force in his veins flows straight from shoulder to finger-tips; not an ounce is diverted into sudden impulses, sentimental regrets, wire-drawn distinctions.

The buses punctually stop.
It is thus that we live, they say, driven by an unseizable force.

They say that the novelists never catch it; that it goes hurtling through their nets and leaves them torn to ribbons.

This, they say, is what we live by--this unseizable force.
"Where are the men ?" said old General Gibbons, looking round the drawing-room, full as usual on Sunday afternoons of well-dressed people.
"Where are the guns ?" Mrs.Durrant looked too.
Clara, thinking that her mother wanted her, came in; then went out again.
They were talking about Germany at the Durrants, and Jacob (driven by this unseizable force) walked rapidly down Hermes Street and ran straight into the Williamses.
"Oh!" cried Sandra, with a cordiality which she suddenly felt.


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