She was vehemently impatient—she did not clearly know for what—to do, to be, to experience. “You see, dear, one IS passionately anxious for something—what is it? One wants to be CLEAN. I saw the motor dashed to pieces against the wall, and I saw him pitched on his head into the road. ” She lingered over her tea, and glancing around, a sudden reflection on the change in her surroundings from the scene of her last night’s supper brought a faint, humorous smile to her lips.
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