” There was never any shortage of bad men to eat, especially with pestilence and superstition to cover their tracks. Tum, tum, tirray, tum, tum, tum, te-tum—that thing of Mendelssohn’s! If making one human being absolutely happy is any satisfaction to you—” He held out his hands, and she also stood up. Lucy cringed, her eyes widening. Many things were only words, sounds; she could not construct these words and sounds into objects; or, if she did, invariably missed the mark. He had a quick, shrewd, merry eye, and a look in which duplicity was agreeably veiled by good humour. She cried out in pain, then in pleasure as he thrust himself into her. Why? While the front of his mind was busy warning her not to fall into the hopeless miseries of underpaid teaching, and explaining his idea that for women of initiative, quite as much as for men, the world of business had by far the best chances, the back chambers of his brain were busy with the problem of that “Why?” His first idea as a man of the world was to explain her unrest by a lover, some secret or forbidden or impossible lover.
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