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. This is also the ragged edge of the world, too. It was a beautiful place that she had found, a round cave by a small stream. They were enormously pleased with one another; they found each other beyond measure better than they had expected, if only because of the want of substance in mere expectation. ‘I’ve had enough of this. The great gray boles of the palms reminded him of some fabulous Grecian temple. She no more realizes what she has done than a child of eight.
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