Modern Chronicle, a — Volume 04 by Winston Churchill
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"How was I to know you were sensitive on the subject? he replied.
"I wonder what it would be like to be so utterly cynical as you," she said. "Do you mean to say you don't want the house?" "I don't want it under those conditions," she answered with spirit. "I didn't expect to be taken literally. And you've always insisted," she added, "in ascribing to me motives that--that never occurred to me. You make the mistake of thinking that because you have no ideals, other people haven't. I hope Howard hasn't said he'd take the house. He's gone off somewhere, and I haven't been able to see him." Trixton Brent looked at her queerly. "After that last manoeuvre of yours," he said, "it was all I could do to prevent him from rushing over to Jerry Shorter's--and signing the lease." She did not reply. "What do these sudden, virtuous resolutions mean?" he asked. "Resignation? Quicksands for life? Abandonment of the whole campaign?" "There isn't any I campaign," she said--and her voice caught in something like a sob. "I'm not that sordid kind of a person. And if I don't like Quicksands, it's because the whole atmosphere seems to be charged with --with just such a spirit." Her hand was lying on the seat. He covered it with his own so quickly |
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