The mob pursued the thief-taker and his party all the way, and such missiles as could be collected were hurled at them. Even this man-hunting machine was willing to grant the boy his honeymoon. The teacher turned towards the blackboard to inscribe the names of Capulet and Montague. Presently the odour of burnt powder mingled agreeably with that of the incense. She had, it was true, accepted doubtfully the pen he had offered. As much as it killed her, she kept her mouth shut. The infant was rescued from a watery-grave by an honest mechanic, who has since brought him up as his own son. Sheppard returned no answer. 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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