“I’ve been through all that,” she went on, after a pause. While he was thus occupied,
Thames, prompted by an unaccountable feeling of curiosity, took up the penknife
which the other had just used, and examined the haft. It was not a long prayer. 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. She dared not say the word
aloud, not even to herself.
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