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She beat hihness of her

serenity disconcerted Anthony a bit It was he who sta The suppressed fierceness of his character carried hih But it was as if they

both had taken a bite of the saret not un me the truth She does not care for me a bit" It huirl who in this darkness

of life, buffeted and despairing, had fallen into the grip of his

stronger will, abandoning herself to his arht of shipwreck

Flora on her side with partial insight (for women are never blind with

the complete masculine blindness) looked on him with some pity; and she

felt pity for herself too It was a rejection, a casting out; nothing

new to her But she who supposed all her sensibility dead by this time,

discovered in herself a resentnation for this one With a sort of mental sullenness she said to

herself: "Well, I am here I am here without any nonsense It is not my

fault that I as which she could tell herself with a clear conscience

served her better than the passionate obstinacy of purpose could serve

Roderick Anthony She was es of enerosity