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She could not understand it, and she felt as if she had been

inconsistent with her constant professions of wariness in self-

revelation

'It is an illusion, nevertheless--an illusion of the senses It is

difficult to ht is not possible

beyond a certain point, and clearness does not come until penetration

is coht into a line with other

acquisitions It constantly happens that we are arrested short of

this point, but it would be wrong to suppose that our conclusions, if

we may call theo on

At last he said, 'The illusion lies in supposing that number, quantity and terms of

that kind are applicable to any other than sensuous objects, but I

cannot go further, at least not now After all, it is possible here

in London for one atoone quite round Bedford Square without entering Great

Russell Street, which was the way eastwards A drunken s of the Square He had apparently been

hesitating for some time whether he could reach the road, and, just

as Baruch and Clara came up to him, he made a lurch towards it, and

nearly fell over them Clara instinctively seized Baruch's ar an to complete another circuit Somehow her arm

had been drawn into Baruch's, and there it remained

'Have you any friends in London?' said Baruch

'There are Mrs Caffyn, her son and daughter, and there is Mr A J

Scott He was a friend of 's assistant?'

'Yes'

'An addition--' he was about to say, 'an additional bond' but he

corrected himself 'A bond between us; I know Mr Scott'

'Do you really? I suppose you knowpeople in