It is queer how ideas pop into one's head. At the thought of the major, her tears redoubled and she was obliged to rip off a piece from the remnants of her already maltreated underpetticoats with which to blow her nose and soak the damp from her cheeks. The thought of beauty became an obsession. A sacrifice. I can esteem him, regard him; but, love him as he ought to be loved—that I cannot do. I—well, I lost my temper. “It’s nothing to what I WILL do. After the sights he would have to twiddle his thumbs until the joints cracked. I don’t care.
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