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“You must answer me, Annabel,” she continued. “You are coming in,
aren’t you, Sydney?”
“If I may,” he answered. “What a hideous
repertoire! If you are in earnest about wanting to earn money, why on earth don’t
you accept an engagement here?”
“An engagement?” she queried. Oh! you young people!”
The young man with the orange tie, in spite of Sisyphus-like efforts on the
part of Goopes to get the topic on to a higher plane, displayed great persistence
in speculating upon the possible distribution of the affections of highly
developed modern types. I must go to-night, or I shall never behold him again. ”
Presently, as if for comparison with her father’s letter, she got out Ramage’s
check from the box that contained her papers. 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.
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