Anna sighed as she reflected that her sister had simply revelled in her indiscretions. If only sometimes he would grow angry at her, impatient! But his tender courtesy was unfailing; and under this would be the abiding bitterness of having mistaken gratitude for love. She took a deep breath. “You are neither of you in the least like the ordinary boarding-house young man. ” “Right,” he answered. She did not so much deal with Ann Veronica’s interpolations as dispose of them with quick and use-hardened repartee, and then she went on with a fine directness to sketch the case for her agitation, for that remarkable rebellion of the women that was then agitating the whole world of politics and discussion. Poor young lady! She trembled too, and was unable to give her evidence. With what airs we human atoms invest ourselves! What ridiculous fancies of our importance! We believe we have destinies, when we have only destinations: that we are something immortal, when each of us is in truth only the repository of a dream. She was a swan among geese, trying to look plain and dowdy. “I may go to Hatton House later, but you needn’t wait. He's as savage and suspicious as the devil himself.
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