Her hair touched water, becoming like the seaweed in its velvet slickness. If Winifred remained silent, her looks would have disarmed a person of less assurance than the woollen-draper. In the discussion there was the oddest mixture of things that were personal and petty with an idealist devotion that was fine beyond dispute. You were content, and I came to thrive on your happiness. Why wasn't the world full of love, when love made happiness? Why did people hide their natural kindliness as if it were something shameful? Why shouldn't people say what they thought and act as they were inclined? Why all this pother about what one's neighbour thought, when this pother was not energized by any good will? Why was truth avoided as the plague? Why did this young man have one name on the hotel register and another on his lips? Why was she bothering about him at all? Why should there be this inexplicable compassion, when the normal sensation should have been repellance? Sidney Carton. Then she passed from the room on the arm of General Lord Charvill, chatting animatedly to him.
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