It’s all nonsense. She washed her face with unwonted elaboration before she went to bed. Miss Miniver said that if once she lost her faith in Tolstoy’s sincerity, nothing she felt would really matter much any more, and she appealed to Ann Veronica whether she did not feel the same; and Mr. Jack attacked Jonathan with such fury, that he drove him into a shrubbery, and might perhaps have come off the victor, if his foot had not slipped as he made a desperate lunge. The hope that had been suddenly kindled in the youth's bosom was as suddenly extinguished.
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