Wood. He seemed to be hesitating between two courses of action. I love you still, Anna, but life holds other things than the
love of man for woman. So, in broken, rather breathless phrases, he told his story; and
when he had done, he laid his arms upon the table and bent his head to them. It was the incendiary intellectuals
of the bourgeoisie, with their militant ideas of revolution, who had raised the
populace to a pitch of violence resulting in cases of wholesale slaughter—such
as had overtaken the Valades. Entering the house, he found himself in a narrow passage
leading to the back stairs. ’
‘It is true,’ insisted the lady. How she had hated it!… All these
mumblings which were never explained, which carried no more sense to her
brain than they would have carried to Old Morgan's swearing parrot.
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