“Now I should like to know,” she said, looking at him with a quiet smile, “what you are doing here? It is not a particularly inspiring neighbourhood for walking about by yourself. The pursuit of pleasure, selfgratification, is an original instinct with her. It’s a damned hard thing to do. . There must be real Valjeans, else how could authors write about them? Supposing some day she met one of these astonishing creators, who could make one cry and laugh and forget, who could thrill one with love and anger and tenderness? Most of us have witnessed carnivals. I had nosebleeds that day and I got halfway up the rope before I fell off. If I told you the facts, I expect, since you are in love with me, you’d explain the whole business as being very fine and honorable for me—the Higher Morality, or something of that sort. “Don’t!” cried Ann Veronica, struggling faintly, and he released her.
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