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. . I felt—I felt living in a masked world. "Who is it?" "He didn't give his name, Sir," replied the maid; "but he's a young gentleman. She is the wife now of another man. He wanted to talk with the patient, test him variously; and he wanted to be alone with him while he put these tests. ’ He held his hands out of the way, surrendering his chest for her assault. I bored him. ” He did not appear to require any answer to his question. ” “Don’t say that,” Sydney begged.
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