The immense disillusionment that awaited him! The devastating disillusionment! She had a vague desire to run after him, to state her case to him, to wring some understanding from him of what life was to her. The longing to talk to someone! But in the end she had gone to her room without giving in to the craving. Mr. The open books she knew by heart; aye, they had been ground into her, morning and night. It dealt with fine aspects of Mr. Cocking the gun. Women to me are something so serene, so fine, so feminine, and politics are so dusty, so sordid, so wearisome and quarrelsome. I—I hurt myself. ’ ‘Between the devil and the deep blue sea, he were,’ agreed Pottiswick’s daughter. I tried painting and couldn’t get on. “It is a night of endings,” she murmured to herself. Some day older people, perhaps, will trouble to understand younger people, and there won’t be these fierce disruptions; there won’t be barriers one must defy or perish. He certainly bore inspection.
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