It won't do to knock at the door, and Jonathan
Wild's house is not quite so easy of entrance as Mr. CHAPTER XXIII. But you shall swing, rascal,—you shall
swing. And in these crowded four weeks,
what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes
and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows,
only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had
plucked a bitter truth—she was alone. A boy can forget
his amatory troubles playing baseball; but a girl can't find any particular
distraction in doing fancy work. You represented to us the immaculate
Briton, the one Englishman who typified the Saxonism, if I may coin a word, of
our race. That she possessed any sense of humour was in itself one of those
human miracles which metaphysicians are always pothering over without
arriving anywhere; for her previous environment had been particularly
humourless. She felt like Snow White in
a secret forest house populated by dwarves. ”
“Certainly! The thing which appeals to our sense of humour is the fact that you
and la petite Pellissier were dining together. I do not know anything of him since I have fourteen years, and
that he sent me to Blaye to be a nun. While they were thus occupied, a maid-servant entered the room, and stated that
a person was without who had a packet for Captain Darrell, which must be
delivered into his own hands. ”
“I feel—All this is the rightest of all conceivable things. I'll have a
peep at him, if I die for it," she muttered, as she went out. Threw it out.
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