"
"I hope such a thing never will happen again, my dear," observed Wood, mildly,
"but, when it does, it will be time to consider what course we ought to pursue. ”
“Climbing?”
“Yes. "What of her?" cried the knight. Why
wasn't the world full of love, when love made happiness? Why did people hide
their natural kindliness as if it were something shameful? Why shouldn't people
say what they thought and act as they were inclined? Why all this pother about
what one's neighbour thought, when this pother was not energized by any good
will? Why was truth avoided as the plague? Why did this young man have one
name on the hotel register and another on his lips? Why was she bothering about
him at all? Why should there be this inexplicable compassion, when the normal
sensation should have been repellance? Sidney Carton. Lost me
place, that’s all. Annabel
half filled her glass with wine, and taking a little folded packet from her plate,
shook the contents into it. ’
It took several frustrating moments, working at the protrusions of the carving
down the side of the bookshelves, tugging at leaves, pushing at flowers. gutenberg.
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