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. "
"Help me through at all hazards, Poll," cried Jack, straining towards the opening. And God had let him do it! He was—and
now he perfectly understood that he was—treading the queerest labyrinth a man
had ever entered. There is no future
for me here. Twenty-one,
twenty-two. “I wonder if you will?”
“Let me say one thing,” he said. I told
her it was the end. Mind, when we were all growed up, it were
different. "
"Ah! Sometimes I wonder I don't run amok and kill someone," said the Wastrel,
in broken English.
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