She was trying by some wonderful, secret, and motionless gymnastics to restrain her tears. Sebastian leapt down into the crypt. Paul's, hanging like a black cloud in the air; and nearer to him he remarked the golden ball on the summit of the College of Physicians, compared by Garth to a "gilded pill. \"Hi Mark. Here was an experienced man of the world, her friend, who evidently took a great interest in this supreme topic and was willing to give her the benefit of his experiences! Why should not she be at her ease with him? Why should not she know things? It is hard enough anyhow for a human being to learn, she decided, but it is a dozen times more difficult than it need be because of all this locking of the lips and thoughts. The thought of their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact— disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. Perhaps," she added, in a whisper, as she appropriated the beforenamed article, "he has a pocket-book. But only inside, you understand, that one cannot see it.
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