I am not sure, but I believe that he has just thought of something. ’ A sudden clatter of booted feet sounded in the hall beyond. " "All right, Mr. . I will tell you this much, because you have been kind. The psychic vibration of him thickened the air of the room as if he were already inside. “What a fool I am!” he muttered, standing up on the hearthrug, and leaning his elbows upon the broad mantelpiece. There’s a hansom coming round the corner. 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.
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