“We have no airs and graces here, and my hat hangs from a peg in the passage. “So Brendon and I,” he said, “have been troubled with the same fears. Anna jumped into a waiting hansom. Her voice was soft and singularly musical; but from time to time she uttered old-fashioned words which forced him to grope mentally. Anna, with her marvellous capacity for enjoyment, ate cakes and laughed, and forgot that she had had tea an hour or so ago at an A. She knew now the supreme human energy which sent men to hell or carried them to their earthly heights. What lends a tragic mockery to all these tender traps of hers was that she was within lawful bounds. Down under the incalculable selfishness of the penitent child there was the man's uneasy recollection of Judas. We felt like thieves.
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