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And
Clarissa
had
cared
for
him
more
than
she
had
ever
cared
for
Richard
.
Sally
was
positive
of
that
.
"
No
,
no
,
no
!
"
said
Peter
(
Sally
should
not
have
said
that
--
she
went
too
far
)
.
That
good
fellow
--
there
he
was
at
the
end
of
the
room
,
holding
forth
,
the
same
as
ever
,
dear
old
Richard
.
Who
was
he
talking
to
?
Sally
asked
,
that
very
distinguished-looking
man
?
Living
in
the
wilds
as
she
did
,
she
had
an
insatiable
curiosity
to
know
who
people
were
.
But
Peter
did
not
know
.
He
did
not
like
his
looks
,
he
said
,
probably
a
Cabinet
Minister
.
Of
them
all
,
Richard
seemed
to
him
the
best
,
he
said
--
the
most
disinterested
.
"
But
what
has
he
done
?
"
Sally
asked
.
Public
work
,
she
supposed
.
And
were
they
happy
together
?
Sally
asked
(
she
herself
was
extremely
happy
)
;
for
,
she
admitted
,
she
knew
nothing
about
them
,
only
jumped
to
conclusions
,
as
one
does
,
for
what
can
one
know
even
of
the
people
one
lives
with
every
day
?
she
asked
.
Are
we
not
all
prisoners
?
She
had
read
a
wonderful
play
about
a
man
who
scratched
on
the
wall
of
his
cell
,
and
she
had
felt
that
was
true
of
life
--
one
scratched
on
the
wall
.
Despairing
of
human
relationships
(
people
were
so
difficult
)
,
she
often
went
into
her
garden
and
got
from
her
flowers
a
peace
which
men
and
women
never
gave
her
.
But
no
;
he
did
not
like
cabbages
;
he
preferred
human
beings
,
Peter
said
.
Indeed
,
the
young
are
beautiful
,
Sally
said
,
watching
Elizabeth
cross
the
room
.
How
unlike
Clarissa
at
her
age
!
Could
he
make
anything
of
her
?
She
would
not
open
her
lips
.
Not
much
,
not
yet
,
Peter
admitted
.
She
was
like
a
lily
,
Sally
said
,
a
lily
by
the
side
of
a
pool
.
But
Peter
did
not
agree
that
we
know
nothing
.
We
know
everything
,
he
said
;
at
least
he
did
.
But
these
two
,
Sally
whispered
,
these
two
coming
now
(
and
really
she
must
go
,
if
Clarissa
did
not
come
soon
)
,
this
distinguished-looking
man
and
his
rather
common-looking
wife
who
had
been
talking
to
Richard
--
what
could
one
know
about
people
like
that
?
"
That
they
're
damnable
humbugs
,
"
said
Peter
,
looking
at
them
casually
.
He
made
Sally
laugh
.
But
Sir
William
Bradshaw
stopped
at
the
door
to
look
at
a
picture
.
He
looked
in
the
corner
for
the
engraver
's
name
.
His
wife
looked
too
.
Sir
William
Bradshaw
was
so
interested
in
art
.
When
one
was
young
,
said
Peter
,
one
was
too
much
excited
to
know
people
.
Now
that
one
was
old
,
fifty-two
to
be
precise
(
Sally
was
fifty-five
,
in
body
,
she
said
,
but
her
heart
was
like
a
girl
's
of
twenty
)
;
now
that
one
was
mature
then
,
said
Peter
,
one
could
watch
,
one
could
understand
,
and
one
did
not
lose
the
power
of
feeling
,
he
said
.
No
,
that
is
true
,
said
Sally
.
She
felt
more
deeply
,
more
passionately
,
every
year
.
It
increased
,
he
said
,
alas
,
perhaps
,
but
one
should
be
glad
of
it
--
it
went
on
increasing
in
his
experience
.
There
was
some
one
in
India
.
He
would
like
to
tell
Sally
about
her
.
He
would
like
Sally
to
know
her
.
She
was
married
,
he
said
.
She
had
two
small
children
.
They
must
all
come
to
Manchester
,
said
Sally
--
he
must
promise
before
they
left
.
There
's
Elizabeth
,
he
said
,
she
feels
not
half
what
we
feel
,
not
yet
.
But
,
said
Sally
,
watching
Elizabeth
go
to
her
father
,
one
can
see
they
are
devoted
to
each
other
.
She
could
feel
it
by
the
way
Elizabeth
went
to
her
father
.
