the bodies obedient, sure, and accustomed. Slowly, one leg lifted, the muscles rippling in the light, the arms performed their appointed evolution. Two by two the students somersaulted upwards on to the high boom, turned to a sitting position sideways, and then slowly stood up on the narrow ledge. Miss Pym falls in love with the life of the college, so different to her London lifestyle, and I think a little bit with the girls (or at least their legs – there is a lot about their legs). She has agreed to speak at a women’s physical training college as a favour to her old friend Harriet, who runs the place. Miss Lucy Pym is a ex-teacher of French who had become, much to her own surprise, something of a celebrity on the lecture circuit after publishing a popular psychology book. ‘Unless you are clever enough to “see before and after,” like the Deity, it’s best to stick the rules… Do the obvious right thing, Miss Pym, and let God dispose.’
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