Remember that I’ve seen Brewis Charvill, and I’m well aware of your identity. The teacher droned on and on about the mournful funerary love of Romeo and Juliet, a tale she had long since tired of. I can’t do it even decently myself, and I dare not run the risk of ruining all my clothes. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold of a West African trader. I am not of the canaille, but a bourgeois. The cultivated indifference, which was part of the armour of his little world fell away from him. “Only—I have come face to face—with something terrible, and wholly unexpected trouble. He saw the colossal selfishness of his act; but he could not beg off on the plea of abnormality.
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