She let her mind run into dreams of that cloud paradise of an altered world in which the Goopes and Minivers, the Fabians and reforming people believed. "Allow him that small grace," cried Wood. The material cares of life hang about your neck like a millstone. The calvacade was now put slowly in motion. “Come,” he continued, “the world after all is a very small place. Afterwards we started for déjeuner in a motor. But if you have considerable money, you had better leave it in the office safe. She said there was no other way to get them to stop their constant screaming.
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