The Voyage Out by Virginia Woolf
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of conservative policy, which went steadily from Lord Salisbury to
Alfred, and gradually enclosed, as though it were a lasso that opened and caught things, enormous chunks of the habitable globe. "It's taken a long time, but we've pretty nearly done it," he said; "it remains to consolidate." "And these people don't see it!" Clarissa exclaimed. "It takes all sorts to make a world," said her husband. "There would never be a government if there weren't an opposition." "Dick, you're better than I am," said Clarissa. "You see round, where I only see _there_." She pressed a point on the back of his hand. "That's my business, as I tried to explain at dinner." "What I like about you, Dick," she continued, "is that you're always the same, and I'm a creature of moods." "You're a pretty creature, anyhow," he said, gazing at her with deeper eyes. "You think so, do you? Then kiss me." He kissed her passionately, so that her half-written letter slid to the ground. Picking it up, he read it without asking leave. "Where's your pen?" he said; and added in his little masculine hand: |
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