I thought it was a mirror at the first, for it was so very like myself. She was an indignant queen, no doubt she was alarmed and disgusted within limits; but she was highly excited, and there was something, some low adventurous strain in her being, some element, subtle at least if base, going about the rioting ways and crowded insurgent meeting-places of her mind declaring that the whole affair was after all—they are the only words that express it—a very great lark indeed. She proceeded to lift the front end of the car five feet from the ground with one hand. In the retrospect she was amazed to think how things had gone to pieces, for at the outset she had been quite prepared to go home again upon terms. Capes saw her, felt for her, cared for her greatly, even if he did not love her. The true creative mind is always returning to battle; defeats are only temporary setbacks. I’m off to England.
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