But she did not talk readily, and in order to say something she plunged a little, and felt she plunged. "I know my life is valuable to you, or you would not spare it. But it was hopelessly hard to put. You know that. There were lines in her face that age had not put there. ” “I could have said more. “If only her sister is half as pretty, no wonder that she has set the Parisians talking. At any rate, it would be good to hear him saying the sort of things he did—perhaps now she would grasp them better—with this world-shaking secret brandishing itself about inside her head within a yard of him. It is not at all comme il faut. She felt that she had passed a difficult corner, and that now she could go on talking with him again, just as she had been used to do before she understood what was the matter with her. Her girl, Clarice, was ten and just as pretty as a silver bell. She thought of him as always courteous and helpful, as realizing, indeed, his ideal of protection and service, as chivalrously leaving her free to live her own life, rejoicing with an infinite generosity in every detail of her irresponsive being. She ran from the knave into the women’s quarters. She’s hated me for no apparent reason ever since Fourth Grade. ‘Least of all, one who takes advantage of another’s misfortune.
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