3. "The feeling is dead within my breast. " "On no account," rejoined Wood peremptorily. A mate? A brother-lover to tromp about the world with? “I cannot. ” Anna’s demeanour was still imperturbable, her marble pallor untinged by the slightest flush of colour. As usual, however, on the occasion of any great calamity, a crowd was scouring the streets, whose sole object was plunder. Why didn’t I die? Why does God hate me so? Why does He not want me? I didn’t die because I’m weak, because I am cursed! I hate this poisoned world! But most of all. Both had dropped the rather elaborate politeness of the dining-room, and in their faces an impartial observer would have discovered little lines of obstinate wilfulness in common; a certain hardness—sharp, indeed, in the father and softly rounded in the daughter—but hardness nevertheless, that made every compromise a bargain and every charity a discount. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron.
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