’ The couple on the sofa stared at her blankly. Cathy sighed. Women to me are something so serene, so fine, so feminine, and politics are so dusty, so sordid, so wearisome and quarrelsome. That day Gerald had brought her to this excessively careful house, where she had felt very much alone and very unlike herself. In a momentary fury she seized and tore in pieces the study which remained upon the easel. "Wasn't he in some way connected with the Jacobite plots?" "He was," replied Thames. There one is! The same stuff still! One has a craving in one’s blood, a craving roused, cut off from its redeeming and guiding emotional side. Dim possibilities that she would not seem to look at even to herself gesticulated in the twilight background of her mind.
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