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’ Kimble’s eyes widened. ‘No, my poor guardian,’ Gerald mocked. This is retribution. In others, she acts with the speed and surety of the loosed arrow. 95 The officer showed her into the sleepy suburban police station, a hub of inactivity on Sunday night except for herself and a slightly drunk woman who had been brought in for DUI. 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. Do you know that this becomes a habit?” “If you would only teach us all,” he murmured, “how to acquire it. 1.
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