” They went on for a time without another word. ” It was her last evening in that wrappered life against which she had rebelled. " "Depend upon it, Sir. You would rather live like the scum of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in bourgeois paradise. It ceased to be the symbol of liberty and a remote and quite abstracted person, and became suddenly and very disagreeably the token of a large and portentous body visible and tangible. Filled as he was with conflicting emotions, any stretch of silence would be dangerous. Something as yet unformulated within her kept her estranged from all these practical aspects of her beliefs. ” “It came,” he said. ’ She gave him a straight look.
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