“How shall I put the question? What am I? What have I got to do with myself?. ” “Fine. “I have a special surprise for you, Lucia. The latter looked very pale, either from the effect of his wound, which was not yet entirely healed, or from suppressed emotion,—partly, perhaps, from both causes,—and wore his left arm in a sling. Why shouldn’t we be martyrs? There’s nothing else for most of us, anyhow. And as a natural consequence, they don’t do so well, and they don’t get on—and so the world doesn’t pay them. It was at the top of the building, and looked clear over a clustering mass of inferior buildings toward Regent’s Park.
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