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24 - The Flying Inn - GK Chesterton · Classic Sci Fi Books - Daily

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Speaker 1: Chapter twenty four, The Enigmas of Lady Joan. On an
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Speaker 1: evening when the sky was clear and only its fringes
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Speaker 1: embroidered with the purple arabesques of the sunset, Joan Brett
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Speaker 1: was walking on the upper lawn of the terraced garden
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Speaker 1: at Ivywood, where the peacocks trailed themselves about. She was
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Speaker 1: not unlike one of the peacocks herself in beauty, and
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Speaker 1: some might have said in inutility. She had the proud
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Speaker 1: head and the sweeping train. Nor was she, in these
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Speaker 1: days devoid of the occasional disposition to scream. For indeed,
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Speaker 1: for some time past she had felt her existence closing
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Speaker 1: round her with an incomprehensible quietude, and that is harder
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Speaker 1: for the patience than an incomprehensible noise. Whenever she looked
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Speaker 1: at the old yew hedges of the garden, they seemed
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Speaker 1: to be higher than when she saw them last, as
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Speaker 1: if those living walls could still grow to shut her in.
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Speaker 1: Whenever from the turret window she had a sight of
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Speaker 1: the sea, it seemed to be farther away. Indeed, the
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Speaker 1: whole closing of the end of the turret wing with
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Speaker 1: the new wall of eastern woodwork seemed to symbolize all
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Speaker 1: her shapeless sensations in her childhood. The wing had ended
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Speaker 1: with a broken down door and a disused staircase. They
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Speaker 1: led to an uncultivated copse and an abandoned railway tunnel
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Speaker 1: to which neither she nor any one else ever wanted
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Speaker 1: to go. Still she knew what they led to. Now
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Speaker 1: it seemed that this scrap of land had been sold
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Speaker 1: and added to the adjoining estate, And about the adjoining
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Speaker 1: estate nobody seemed to know anything. In particular, the sense
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Speaker 1: of things closing in increased upon her. All sorts of
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Speaker 1: silly little details magnified the sensation. She could discover nothing
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Speaker 1: about this new landlord's next door, so to speak, since
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Speaker 1: he was, it seemed, an elderly man who preferred to
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Speaker 1: live in the greatest privacy. Miss Browning, Lord Iverywood's secretary
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Speaker 1: could give her no further information than that he was
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Speaker 1: a gentleman from the Mediterranean coast, which singular form of
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Speaker 1: words seemed to have been put into her mouth, as
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Speaker 1: a Mediterranean gentleman might mean anything from an American gentleman
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Speaker 1: living in Venice to a black African on the edge
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Speaker 1: of the Atlas. The description did not illuminate, and probably
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Speaker 1: was not intended to do so. She occasionally saw his
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Speaker 1: liveried servants going about, and their liveries were not like
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Speaker 1: English liveries. She was, also, though in her somewhat morbid state,
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Speaker 1: annoyed by the fact that the uniforms of the old
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Speaker 1: Pebblewick militia had been changed under the influence of the
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Speaker 1: Turkish prestige in the recent war. They wore fezzes like
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Speaker 1: the French zouave, which were certainly much more practical than
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Speaker 1: the heavy helmets they used to wear. It was a
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Speaker 1: small matter, but it annoyed Lady Joan, who was, like
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Speaker 1: so many clever women, at once subtle and conservative. It
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Speaker 1: made her feel as if the whole world was being
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Speaker 1: altered outside and she was not allowed to know about it.
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Speaker 1: But she had deeper spiritual troubles also, while under the
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Speaker 1: pathetic entreaties of old Lady Ivywood and her own sick mother,
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Speaker 1: she stayed on week after week at Ivywood House. If
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Speaker 1: the matter be staated cynically, as she herself was quite
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Speaker 1: capable of stating it, she was engaged in the established
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Speaker 1: feminine occupation of trying to like a man. But the
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Speaker 1: cynicism would have been false, as cynicism nearly always is,
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Speaker 1: For during the most crucial days of that period, she
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Speaker 1: had really liked the man. She had liked him when
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Speaker 1: he was brought in with Pump's bullet in his leg
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Speaker 1: and was still the strongest and calmest man in the room.
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Speaker 1: She had liked him when the hurt took a dangerous turn,
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Speaker 1: and when he bore pain to admiration. She had liked
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Speaker 1: him when he showed no malice against the Angridorian. She
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Speaker 1: had liked him with something like enthusiasm on the night
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Speaker 1: he rose, rigid on his rude crutch, and crushing all remonstrance,
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Speaker 1: made his rash and swift rush to London. But despite
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Speaker 1: the queer closing in sensations of which we have spoken,
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Speaker 1: she never liked him better than that evening, when he
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Speaker 1: lifted himself laboriously on his crutch up the terraces of
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Speaker 1: the old garden and came to speak to her as
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Speaker 1: she stood among the peacocks. He even tried to pat
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Speaker 1: a peacock in a hazy way, as if it were
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Speaker 1: a dog. He told her that these beautiful birds were
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Speaker 1: of course, imported from the east by the semi eastern
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Speaker 1: Empire of Macedonia. But all the same, Joan had a
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Speaker 1: dim suspicion that he had never noticed before that there
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Speaker 1: were any peacocks at Ivywood. His greatest fault was a
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Speaker 1: pride in the faultlessness of his mental and moral strength.
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Speaker 1: But if he had only known something faintly comic in
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Speaker 1: the unconscious side of him, did him more good with
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Speaker 1: the woman than all the rest. They were said to
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Speaker 1: be the birds of Juno, he said, But I have
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Speaker 1: little doubt that Juno likes so much else of the
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Speaker 1: Homeric mythology has also an Asiatic origin. I always thought,
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Speaker 1: said Joan, that Juno was rather too stately for the Cerralio.
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Speaker 1: You ought to know, replied Ivywood with a courteous gesture,
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Speaker 1: For I never saw any one who looked so like
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Speaker 1: Juno as you do. But indeed, there is a great
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Speaker 1: deal of misunderstanding about the Arabian or Indian view of women.
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Speaker 1: It is somehow too simple and solid for our paradoxical
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Speaker 1: Christendom to comprehend. Even the vulgar joke against the Turks
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Speaker 1: that they like their bride's fat has in it a
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Speaker 1: sort of distorted shadow of what I mean. They do
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Speaker 1: not look so much at the individual as at womanhood
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Speaker 1: and the power of nature. I sometimes think, said Joan,
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Speaker 1: that these fascinating theories are a little strained. Your friend
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Speaker 1: Misisra told me the other day that women had the
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Speaker 1: highest freedom in Turkey as they were allowed to wedd trousers.
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Speaker 1: Ivy Woods smiled, his rare and dry smile. The prophet
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Speaker 1: has something of a simplicity often found with genius, he answered.
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Speaker 1: I will not deny that some of the arguments he
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Speaker 1: has employed have seemed to me crude and even fanciful.
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Speaker 1: But he is right at the root. There is a
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Speaker 1: kind of freedom that consists in never rebelling against nature,
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Speaker 1: and I think they understand it in the Orient better
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Speaker 1: than we do in the West. You see, Joan, it
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Speaker 1: is all very well to talk about love in our narrow, personal,
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Speaker 1: romantic way, but there is something higher than the love
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Speaker 1: of a lover or the love of love. What is that,
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Speaker 1: asked Joan, looking downe the love of fate, said Lord Ivywood,
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Speaker 1: with something like spiritual passion in his eyes. Doesn't Nietzsche
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Speaker 1: say somewhere that the delight in destiny is the mark
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Speaker 1: of the hero. We are mistaken if we think that
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Speaker 1: the heroes and saints of Islam say Kismet with bowed
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Speaker 1: heads and in sorrow, they say Kismet with a shout
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Speaker 1: of joy, that which is fitting. That is what they
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Speaker 1: really mean. In the Arabian tales, the most perfect prince
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Speaker 1: is wedded to the most perfect princess because it is
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Speaker 1: fitting the spirit. Your giants, the genie achieve it. That
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Speaker 1: is the purposes of nature. In the selfish, sentimental European novels,
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Speaker 1: the loveliest princess on earth might have run away with
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Speaker 1: her middle aged drawing master. Thest things are not in
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Speaker 1: the path. The Turk rides out to wed the fairest
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Speaker 1: queen of the earth. He conquers, empires to do it,
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Speaker 1: and he is not ashamed of his laurels. The crumpled
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Speaker 1: violet clouds around the edge of the silver Evening looked
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Speaker 1: to Lady Joan more and more like vivid violet embroideries
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Speaker 1: hemming some silver curtain in the closed corridor at Ivywood.
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Speaker 1: The peacocks looked more lustrous and beautiful than they ever
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Speaker 1: had before. But for the first time she really felt
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Speaker 1: they came out of the land of the Arabian nights. Doan,
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Speaker 1: said Philip Ivywood, very softly in the Twilight. I am
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Speaker 1: not ashamed of my laurels. I see no meaning in
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Speaker 1: what these Christians call humility. I will be the greatest
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Speaker 1: man in the world if I can, and I think
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Speaker 1: I can. Therefore, something that is higher than love itself.
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Speaker 1: Fate and what is fitting make it right that I
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Speaker 1: should wed the most beautiful woman in the world. And
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Speaker 1: she stands among the peacocks and is more beautiful and
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Speaker 1: more proud than they. Jon's troubled eyes were on the
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Speaker 1: violet horizon, and her troubled lips could utter nothing but
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Speaker 1: something like don't Joan, said Philip again, I have told
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Speaker 1: you you are the woman one of the great heroes
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Speaker 1: could have desired. Let me now tell you something I
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Speaker 1: could have told no one to whom I had not.
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Speaker 1: Thus spoken of love and betrothal. When I was twenty
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Speaker 1: years old in a town in Germany, pursuing my education,
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Speaker 1: I did what the West calls falling in love. She
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Speaker 1: was a fisher girl from the coast. For this town
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Speaker 1: was near the sea. My story might have ended there.
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Speaker 1: I could not have entered diplomacy with such a wife.
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Speaker 1: But I should not have minded then. But a little
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Speaker 1: while after I wandered into the edges of Flanders and
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Speaker 1: found myself standing above some of the last grand reaches
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Speaker 1: of the Rhine, and things came over me, but for
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Speaker 1: which I might be crying stinking fish. To this day
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Speaker 1: I thought, how many holy or lovely nooks that river
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Speaker 1: had left behind, and gone on It might, anywhere in
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Speaker 1: Switzerland have spent its weak youth in a spirit over
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Speaker 1: a high crag, or anywhere in the Rhinelands, lost itself
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Speaker 1: in a marsh covered with flowers. But it went on
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Speaker 1: to the perfect sea, which is the fulfillment of a river.
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Speaker 1: Again Joan could not speak, and again it was Philip
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Speaker 1: who went on, Here is yet another thing that could
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Speaker 1: not be said till the hand of the Prince had
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Speaker 1: been offered to the princess. It may be that in
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Speaker 1: the East they carried too far this matter of infant marriages.
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Speaker 1: But look round on the mad young marriages that go
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Speaker 1: to pieces everywhere, and ask yourself whether you don't wish
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Speaker 1: they had been infant marriages. People talk in the newspapers
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Speaker 1: of the heartlessness of royal marriages, but you and I
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Speaker 1: do not believe the newspapers. I suppose we know there
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Speaker 1: is no king in England, nor has been since his
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Speaker 1: head fell before Whitehall. You know that you and I
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Speaker 1: and the families are the kings of England, and our
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Speaker 1: marriages are royal marriages. Let the suburbs call them heartless.
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Speaker 1: Let us say they need the brave heart. That is
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Speaker 1: the only badge of aristocracy, Joan, he said, very gently.
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Speaker 1: Perhaps you have been near a crag in Switzerland, or
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Speaker 1: a marsh covered with flowers. Perhaps you have known a
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Speaker 1: fisher girl. But there is something greater and simpler than
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Speaker 1: all that, something you find in the great epochs of
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Speaker 1: the East, the beautiful woman and the great man and fate.
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Speaker 1: My lord, said Joan, using the formal phrase by an
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Speaker 1: unfathomable instinct. Will you alarm me a little more time
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Speaker 1: to think of this, and let there be no notion
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Speaker 1: of disloyalty if my decision is one way or the other.
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Speaker 1: Why of course, said Ivywood, bowing over his crutch, and
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Speaker 1: he limped off, picking his way among the peacocks. For
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Speaker 1: days afterward, Joan tried to build the foundations of her
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Speaker 1: earthly destiny. She was still quite young, but she felt
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Speaker 1: as if she had lived thousands of years worrying over
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Speaker 1: the same question. She told herself again and again, and
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Speaker 1: truly that many a better woman than she had taken
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Speaker 1: a second best, which was not so first class as
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Speaker 1: second best. But there was something complicated in the very atmosphere.
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Speaker 1: She liked listening to Philip Ivywood at his best, as
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Speaker 1: any one likes listening to a man who can really
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Speaker 1: play the violin. But the great trouble always is that
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Speaker 1: at certain awful moments you cannot be certain whether it
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Speaker 1: is the violin or the man. Moreover, there was a
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Speaker 1: curious tone and spirit in the Ivywood household, especially after
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Speaker 1: the wound and convalescence of Ivywood, about which she could
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Speaker 1: say nothing except that it annoyed her. Somehow, there was
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Speaker 1: something in it glorious but also languorous, by an impulse
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Speaker 1: by no means uncommon among intelligent, fashionable people. She felt
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Speaker 1: a desire to talk to a sensible woman of the
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Speaker 1: middle or lower classes, and almost threw herself on the
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Speaker 1: bosom of Miss Browning for sympathy. But Miss Browning, with
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Speaker 1: her curling, reddish hair and white, very clever face, struck
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Speaker 1: the same indescribable note. Lord Ivywood was assumed as a
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Speaker 1: first principle, as if he were Father Time or the
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Speaker 1: clerk of the weather. He was called he the fifth
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Speaker 1: time he was called he. Joan could not understand why
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Speaker 1: she seemed to smell the plants in the hot conservatory
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Speaker 1: you see, said miss Browning. We mustn't interfere with his career.
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Speaker 1: That is the important thing. And really, I think the
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Speaker 1: quieter we keep about everything, the better. I'm sure he
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Speaker 1: is maturing very big plans. You heard what the prophet
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Speaker 1: said the other night. The last thing the prophet said
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Speaker 1: to me, said the darker lady, in a dogged manner,
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Speaker 1: was that when we English see the English youth, we
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Speaker 1: cry out he is crescent. But when we see the
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Speaker 1: English aged man, we cry out he is cross. A
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Speaker 1: lady with so clever a face could not but laugh faintly.
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Speaker 1: But she continued on a determined theme. The prophet said,
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Speaker 1: you know that all real love had in it an
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Speaker 1: element of fate, and I am sure that is his
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Speaker 1: view too. People cluster round a center as little stars
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Speaker 1: do round a star, because a star is a magnet.
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Speaker 1: You are never wrong when destiny blows behind you like
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Speaker 1: a great big wind, and I think many things have
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Speaker 1: been judged unfairly that way. It's all very well to
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Speaker 1: talk about the infant marriages in India, Miss Browning, said, Joan.
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Speaker 1: Are you interested in the infant marriages in India? Well
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Speaker 1: said miss Browning. Is your sister interested in them? I'll
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Speaker 1: run and ask her, cried Joan, plunging across the room
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Speaker 1: to where missus Macintosh was sitting at a table scribbling
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Speaker 1: secretarial notes. Well said missus Macintosh, turning up a rich haired,
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Speaker 1: resolute head, more handsome than her sister's. I believe the
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Speaker 1: Indian way is best When people are left to themselves
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Speaker 1: in early youth. Any of them might marry anything. We
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Speaker 1: might have married a nigger, or a fishwife, or a criminal. Now,
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Speaker 1: missus Macintosh, said Joan, with black browed severity. You well
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Speaker 1: know you would never have married a fish wife. Where
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Speaker 1: is Enid? She ended suddenly. Lady Enid said, Miss Browning
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Speaker 1: is looking at music in the music room. I think
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Speaker 1: Joan walked swiftly through several long salons and found her
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Speaker 1: fair haired and pallid relative actually at the piano. Enid
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Speaker 1: cried Joan. You know I've always been fond of you.
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Speaker 1: For God's sake, Tell me what is the matter with
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Speaker 1: this house? I admire Philip as everybody does. But what
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Speaker 1: is the matter with the house? Why do all these
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Speaker 1: rooms and gardens seem to be shutting me in and
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Speaker 1: in and in? Why does everything look more and more
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Speaker 1: the same? Why does everybody say the same thing?
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Speaker 2: Oh?
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Speaker 1: I don't often talk metaphysics, but there is a purpose
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Speaker 1: in this. That's the only way of putting it. There
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Speaker 1: is a purpose, and I don't know what it is.
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Speaker 1: Lady Enid Wimpole played a preliminary bar or two on
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Speaker 1: the piano. Then she said, nor do I, Joan, I
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Speaker 1: don't indeed, I know exactly what you mean. But it's
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Speaker 1: just because there is a purpose that I have faith
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Speaker 1: in him and trust him. She began softly to play
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Speaker 1: a ballad tune of the Rhineland, and perhaps the music
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Speaker 1: suggested her next remark. Suppose you are looking at some
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Speaker 1: of the last reaches of the Rhine where it flows
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Speaker 1: in it, cried Joan. If you say into the north Sea,
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Speaker 1: I shall scream, scream? Do you hear louder than all
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Speaker 1: the peacocks together? Well, expostulated lady Enid, looking up rather wildly.
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Speaker 1: The rhine does flow into the north Sea, doesn't it,
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Speaker 1: I dare say, said Joan recklessly. But the rhine might
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Speaker 1: have flowed into the round pond before you would have
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Speaker 1: known or cared until until what asked Enid? And her
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Speaker 1: music suddenly ceased? Until something happened that I cannot understand,
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Speaker 1: said Joan, moving away. You are something I cannot understand,
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Speaker 1: said Enid wimple, But I will play something else if
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Speaker 1: this annoys you, and she fingered the music again with
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Speaker 1: an eyed choice. Joan walked back through the corridor of
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Speaker 1: the music room and restlessly resumed her seat in the
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Speaker 1: room with the two lady secretaries. Well, asked the red
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Speaker 1: haired and good humored missus Macintosh, without looking up from
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Speaker 1: her work of scribbling. Have you discovered anything? For some moments,
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Speaker 1: Joan appeared to be in a blacker state of brooding
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Speaker 1: than usual. Then she said, in a candid and friendly tone,
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Speaker 1: which somehow contrasted with her knit and swarthy brows. No, really,
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Speaker 1: at least, I think I've only found out two things,
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Speaker 1: and there are only things about myself. I've discovered that
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Speaker 1: I do like heroism, but I don't like hero worship, surely,
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Speaker 1: said miss Browning in the girten manner. The one always
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Speaker 1: flows from the other. I hope not, said Joan. But
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Speaker 1: what else can you do with the hero, asked missus Macintosh,
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Speaker 1: still without looking up from her writing. Except worship him.
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Speaker 1: You might crucify him, said Joan, with a sudden return
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Speaker 1: of savage restlessness as she rose from her chair. Things
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Speaker 1: seem to happen, then, aren't you tired, asked the Miss Browning,
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Speaker 1: who had the clever face. Yes, said Joan, And the
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Speaker 1: worst sort of tiredness, when you don't even know what
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Speaker 1: you're tired of. To tell the honest truth, I think
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Speaker 1: I'm tired of this house. It's very old, of course,
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Speaker 1: and parts of it are still dismal, said Miss Browning.
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Speaker 1: But he has enormously improved it. The decoration with the
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Speaker 1: moon and stars down in the wing with the turret
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Speaker 1: is really away. In the distant music room, Lady Enid,
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Speaker 1: having found the music she preferred, was fingering its prelude
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Speaker 1: on the piano. At the first few notes of it,
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Speaker 1: Joan Brett stood up like a tigress. Thanks, she said,
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Speaker 1: with a hoarse softness. That's it of course, and that's
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Speaker 1: just what we all are. She's found the right tune.
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Speaker 1: Now what tune is it, asked the wondering secretary, The
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Speaker 1: tune of harpsack, but sultary dulcimer, and all kinds of music,
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Speaker 1: said Joan, softly and fiercely. When we shall bow down
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Speaker 1: and worship the golden image that nebukat Nez of the
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Speaker 1: king has set up. Girls, women, do you know what
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Speaker 1: this place is? Do you know why it is all
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Speaker 1: doors within doors, and lattice behind lattice, and everything is
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Speaker 1: curtained and cushioned. And why the flowers that are so
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Speaker 1: free vagrant here are not the flowers of our hills.
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Speaker 1: From the distant and slowly darkening music room, Enid Wimple's
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Speaker 1: song came thin and clear.
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Speaker 3: Less than the does bey thy chariot, wee less than
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Speaker 3: the rost that never ever stands thy sword.
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Speaker 1: Do you know what we are? Demanded Joan Brett. Again,
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Speaker 1: we are a harem? Why what can you mean? Cried
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Speaker 1: the younger girl in great agitation. Why Lord ivy Wood
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Speaker 1: has never I know he has never, I'm not sure,
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Speaker 1: said Joan, even whether he would ever, I shall never
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Speaker 1: understand that man, nor anybody else. But I tell you
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Speaker 1: that is the spirit, that is what we are. And
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Speaker 1: this room stinks of polygamy as certainly as it smells
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Speaker 1: of tube roses. Why, Joan cried, Lady Enid, entering the
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Speaker 1: room like a well bred ghost. What on earth is
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Speaker 1: the matter with you? You all look as white as sheets.
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Speaker 1: Joan took no heed of her, but went on with
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Speaker 1: her own obstinate argument. And besides, she said, if there's
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Speaker 1: one thing we do know about him, it is that
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Speaker 1: he believes, on principle in doing things slowly. He calls
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Speaker 1: it evolution and relativity and the expanding of an idea
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Speaker 1: into larger ideas. How do we know he isn't doing
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Speaker 1: that slowly, getting as accustomed to living like this, so
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Speaker 1: that it may be the less shock when he goes further,
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Speaker 1: steeping us in the atmosphere before he actually introduces. And
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Speaker 1: she shuddered, the institution. Is it any more calmly outrageous
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Speaker 1: a scheme than any other of Ivywood's schemes than a
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Speaker 1: seapoy commander in chief, or missi isra preaching in Westminster Abbey,
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Speaker 1: or the destructions of all the inns in England. I
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Speaker 1: will not wait and expand. I will not be evolved.
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Speaker 1: I will not develop into something that is not me.
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Speaker 1: My feat shall be outside these walls if I walk
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Speaker 1: the roads for it afterward, or I will scream as
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Speaker 1: I would scream trapped in any den by the docks.
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Speaker 1: She swept down the rooms towards the turret with a
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Speaker 1: sudden passion for solitude. But as she passed the astronomical
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Speaker 1: wood carving that had c up the end of the
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Speaker 1: old wing, Enid saw her strike it with her clinched hand.
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Speaker 1: It was in the turret that she had a strange experience.
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Speaker 1: She was again later on, using its isolation to worry
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Speaker 1: out the best way of having it out with Philip
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Speaker 1: when he should return from his fitit to London, For
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Speaker 1: to tell old Lady Ivywood what was on her mind
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Speaker 1: would be about as kind and useful as describing Chinese
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Speaker 1: tortures to her baby. The evening was very quiet, of
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Speaker 1: the pale, gray sort, and all that side of Ivywood
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Speaker 1: lay before her eyes undisturbed. She was the more surprised
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Speaker 1: when her dreaming took note of a sort of stirring
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Speaker 1: in the gray purple dusk of the bushes of whisperings,
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Speaker 1: and of many footsteps. Then the silence settled down again,
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Speaker 1: and then it was startlingly broken by a big voice
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Speaker 1: singing in the dark distance. It was accompanied by faint
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Speaker 1: sounds that might have been from the fingering of some
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Speaker 1: lute or viole.
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Speaker 2: Lady, the lies die in the skies, lay, and let
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Speaker 2: us die. When onner dies, Your dear dropped glove was
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Speaker 2: like a gauntlet flung When you and I were young,
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Speaker 2: for something more than splenders stood.
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Speaker 1: And ease was not the only good about the woods
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Speaker 1: in Ivy.
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Speaker 4: When you and I way.
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Speaker 2: Lady, the stars are.
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Speaker 1: Falling, pale and small.
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Speaker 2: Lay, We will not live if life.
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Speaker 1: Be forgetting those good stars.
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Speaker 4: In heaven hang. When all the world was young, for
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Speaker 4: more than gold was in a ring, and love.
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Speaker 2: Was not a little thing between the trees in Hivy.
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Speaker 2: When all the world was young.
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Speaker 1: The singing ceased, and the bustle in the bushes could
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Speaker 1: hardly be called more than a whisper, But sounds of
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Speaker 1: the same sort, and someone louder seemed wafted round corners
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Speaker 1: from other sides of the house, and the whole night
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Speaker 1: seemed full of something that was alive, but was more
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Speaker 1: than a single man. She heard a cry behind her,
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Speaker 1: and Enid rushed into the room as white as one
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Speaker 1: of the lilies. What awful thing is happening, she cried.
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Speaker 1: The courtyard is full of men shouting, and there are
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Speaker 1: torches everywhere. And Joan heard a tramp of men marching,
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Speaker 1: and heard afar off another song, sang on a more
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Speaker 1: derisive note, something like that Ivy would, Lord Ivy would
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Speaker 1: be rout the tree as Ivy would, I think, said
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Speaker 1: Joan thoughtfully. It is the end of the world. But
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Speaker 1: where are the police, wailed her cousin. They don't seem
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Speaker 1: to be anywhere about since they wore the zis we
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Speaker 1: shall be murdered? Or Three thundering and measured blows shook
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Speaker 1: the decorative wood paneling at the end of the wing,
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Speaker 1: as if admittance were demanded with the club of a giant.
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Speaker 1: Enid remembered that she had thought Jon's little blow energetic,
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Speaker 1: and shuddered. Both the girls stared at the stars and
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Speaker 1: moons and suns blazoned on that sacred wall that leapt
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Speaker 1: and shuddered under the strokes of the doom. Then the
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Speaker 1: sun fell from heaven, and the moon and stars dropped
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Speaker 1: down and were scattered about the Persian carpet, and by
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Speaker 1: the opening of the End of the World, Patrick Dalroy
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Speaker 1: came in carrying a mandolin. End of Chapter twenty four