Either you have had to love people or hate them—which is a sort of love, too, in its way—to get anything out of them. And she had been doubting since that walk in the Zoological Gardens whether, indeed, he did simply care for her. You may fall into the hands of your enemy. I had gone further than I meant to—with some Englishmen. Constance Widgett’s abundant copper-red hair was bent down over some dimly remunerative work—stencilling in colors upon rough, white material—at a kitchen table she had dragged up-stairs for the purpose, while on her bed there was seated a slender lady of thirty or so in a dingy green dress, whom Constance had introduced with a wave of her hand as Miss Miniver. A victim of one of those mental typhoons that scatter irretrievably the barriers of instinct and breeding; and he had gone on the rocks all in a moment.
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