One’s sense of proportion, battered out of all shape in the daily life of
cities, reasserts itself. No, none at all. "
"Never count your chickens till they're hatched," observed Mrs. ’
Hilary’s jaw dropped open, and he stood stupidly staring, the nun’s clothing
dangling from his hand. “What do you think of them?”
Anna extended her critical survey and shrugged her shoulders. 275
“Yes!” She answered, feeling joy and fear well in her
chest. I mystify you; I can see that. She saw herself begin a slow, sinuous
dance: and stop suddenly in the middle of a figure, conscious that the dance was
not impromptu, her own, but native—the same dance she had quitted but a few
minutes gone. From thoughts of fame to thoughts of
mere bread and butter! It seemed to Spurlock that he had tumbled off the edge of
Somewhere into the abyss of Nowhere. "
"Excuse me, Madam," replied the carpenter, turning his back upon her, and
sinking into a chair: "Thames, my love, bring me my spectacles. No, don’t let me call myself that. .
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