Her aunt glanced up startled, and then sat very still, with hands that had ceased to work. The general propositions of Socialism, for example, struck her as admirable, but she certainly did not extend her admiration to any of its exponents. Why? Because she knew him in life, because, so long as she could remember, he had crossed and recrossed her vision—Sidney Carton. Men had tried to kiss her— unshaven derelicts, some of them terrible—but she had always managed to escape.
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