Loving was self-forgetfulness, pure delighting in another human being. And here she was—in a mess because it had been impossible for her to avoid leaning upon another man. He was, however, instantly beaten back; and the fury of the mob was so great that it was with difficulty he could effect a retreat. She is no more English than that set of beggars over there. For many of them it will smirch us forever.
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