Then Gosse spoke again, answering the question in her mind. “How do you know?” “Well, it isn’t exactly a depressing state, is it?” “YOU don’t know. You said that it would bring trouble. Towards this box Sharples directed his steps, and, unlocking a hatch in the door, disclosed a recess scarcely as large, and certainly not as clean, as a dog-kennel. There were moments when she doubted whether the whole mass of movements and societies and gatherings and talks was not simply one coherent spectacle of failure protecting itself from abjection by the glamour of its own assertions. Don't feel fussed upon my account. She, having all the confidence in the world, ripped off an end and drew out the contents—a letter and a check.
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