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hadbelohesoldier.
“butarentyouproudofyourfaly”katharinedended.
“no,”saiddenha“hingtobe
proudofunlessyouuntpayingonesbillsatter
forpride.”
“thatsoundsratherdull,”katharinererked.
“youagreed.
“yes,ightfindyoudull,butidontthinkishould
findyouridihad
aily.
“nobecauseintheleastridiculous.werea
respectableddleclassfaly,livingathighgate.”
“liveathighgate,butiddleclasstoo,
isuppose.”
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nightandday
denhaerelysled,andreplagthelace
ontheraentalsheath.
“thatbelooclive,soharine,
takingupherdutiesashostessagainautotically.
“isitalie”denhanquired.
“itsafalytradition.idontknohatanprove
it.”
“yousee,ily,”said
denha
“yousoundverydull,”katharinererked,forthesend
ti.
“relyddleclass,”denhaeplied.
“youpayyourbills,andyouspeakthetruth.idontsee
whyyoushoulddespiseus.”
.denhaarefullysheathedtheshe
hilberyssaidbelooclive.
“ishouldntliketobeyou;thatsallisaid,”hereplied,
asifhehethoughtasaccuratelyashe
uld.
“no,butoneneverobeanyoneelse.”
“ishould.ishouldliketobelotsofotherpeople.”
“thenus”katharineasked.
denhaookedatherasshesatinhergrandfathers
arhair,draalace
sothlythroughherfingers,kgroundwas
deupequallyoflustrousblueandepaint,and
books.thevitalityand
posureofherattitude,ashtpludbird
poisedeasilybeforefurtherflights,rousedhioshow
herthelitationsofherlot.sosoon,soeasily,would
hebefotten.
“youllneverknohingatfirsthand,”hebegan,
alstsavagely.“itsallbeendoneforyou.youllnever
knohepleasureofbuyingthingsaftersavingupfor
theorreadingbooksforthefirstti,disveries.”
“goon,”katharineobserved,ashepaused,suddenly
doubtful,ingaloudthese
facts,.
“ofurse,idontknoe,”he
ntinued,alittlestiffly,“butisupposeyouhaveto
shoingalifeofyrand
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virginiawoolf
father,arentyouandthiskindofthing”henodded
to,heyuldhearburstsof
e.”
shelookedathixpetly,asifbetthey
allfigureofherself,andshesaw
hiesitatinginthedispositionofsoboworsash.
“youvegotitverynearlyright,”shesaid,“butionly
helpther.idontyself.”
“doyoudoanythingyourself”hedended.
“ean”sheasked.“idohe
houseattenandebackatsix.”
“idontanthat.”
.denhaadreveredhisselfntrol;hespoke
adekathariheranxious
thatheshouldexplainhielf,butatthesatishe
,toaheronso
lightcurrentofridiculeorsatire,asshetodo
ittentyounghers.
“nobodyeverdoesdoanythinghdoingnowadays,”
shererked.“yousee”shetappedthevoluofher
grandfatherspoe”evenprintashey
did,andasforpoetsorpaintersooveliststhereare
none;so,atanyrate,iotsingular.”
“no,en,”denhaeplied.“ibr >
verygladthaten.theworship
ofgreatnessinthehturyseetoto
explainthehlessnessofthatgeion.”
katharineopenedherlipsanddreh,asif
toreplyhequalvigor,heshuttingofadoorin
theroodretention,ah
besciousthatthevoices,hhadbeenrising
andfallingrouable,hadfallehe
light,eveohavesunkloontlater
s.hilberyappearedinthedoor.
shestoodlookingattheleofexpe
herfaaoftheyounger
geion.shewasa
rerkablelookingaies,
butoeandthebrightness
ofhereyessheseedtohavebeenedover
thesurfainthe
passage.herfay
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nightandday
hintofsharpnesshelargeblueeyes,at
oncesagaciousandi,edtard
theousdesirethatitshouldbehave
itselfnobly,airehatitulddoso,
ifitakethepains.
certaihebroadforeheadandaboutthelips
ghtbetakentosuggestthatshehadknoonts
ofsodifficultyandperplexityintheurseofher
career,butthesehadroyedhertrustfulness,and
sheber
offreshdthethebeof
thedoubt.sheblaoherfather,
andsuggested,ashedid,thefreshairsandopenspaces
ofayoungerworld.
“well,”shesaid,“hor.
denha
.denhaose,puthisbookdown,openedhis
uth,butsaidnothing,askatharineobserved,h
soasent.
s.hilberyhahebookhehadlaiddown.
“therearesobooksthatlive,”shesed.“theyare
younghus,andtheygrohus.areyoufond
ofpoetry,.denhautanabsurdquestionto
askthetruthis,dear.fortese
out.heissoeloquentandsoty,soseargandso
profoundthat,afterhalfanhourorso,ifeelinedto
tuoutallthelights.butperhapshedberewonderful
thahedark.dyouthink,katharine
shallpletedarkhered
havethtrooforthebores.”
here.denhaeldouthishand.
“butberofthingstoshors.
hilberyexclaid,takingnonoticeofit.“books,pictures,
a,nuscripts,andtheverychairthatry
queenofstssatinurder.
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