"It's an ill wind that blows nobody good," thought the carpenter, turning his
attention to the child, whose feeble struggles and cries proclaimed that, as yet,
life had not been extinguished by the hardships it had undergone. But it is only fair to warn you that it isn’t
expected. ”
Her first upward glance was one of terrified apprehension. ’
‘You mean the bookroom, miss. She realized dimly that there was no personal thing behind
his cry, that countless myriads of Mannings had “My God!”-ed with an equal
gusto at situations as flatly apprehended. The windows of these rooms were obscured
with draperies, their floors a carpet patchwork; the china ornaments on their
mantels were of a class apart. But perhaps I had better get a room in an hotel to-night
and look round. Treasure caves to
explore!
All through these trying days she had recurrently wondered what this strange
young man would have to say that Dickens and Hugo had not already said. The pursuit of pleasure, selfgratification, is an original instinct with her.
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