At Christmas he gave her a set of a small edition of Meredith’s novels, very prettily bound in flexible leather, being guided in the choice of an author, as he intimated, rather by her preferences than his own. “I’d rather go as a chorus-girl,” she said. “It’s like Troy!” said a voice of rapture. Trees were torn up by the roots; many houses were levelled to the ground; others were unroofed; the leads on the churches were ripped off, and "shrivelled up like scrolls of parchment. He put an arm around her. And, decently as he could, McClintock was giving the man the boot. She felt anger at Sebastian, anger at the thrill that she felt in her loins upon seeing him, anger at herself for never having the courage to end her own life. She would compose extremely lucid and honorable explanations.
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