" "Not in this world," returned Jonathan. You're an angel of goodness. In a moment they were in the street outside. All this Woman-who-Diddery —no damn good. The oblique ruddy lighting distorted them oddly, made queer bars and patches of shadow upon their clothes. She did not remember how many seasons it took before she relented, how much time before she decided to toy with his affections. 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. ‘Dreadfully untidy, is it not? Can’t abide bare rooms. It was well for him that he had taken his place by Sheppard, as regard for the latter alone prevented the deadliest missiles being hurled at him. Good riddance. The girl stood with her hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than ever like an obdurate child. .
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