“Heavens!” she exclaimed. CHAPTER XIX. People were not slaves to their gods as they are now, oppressed and unhappy, chained to their mortality and suffering so that they may one day enter an imaginary Heaven. Her formerly brown hair was dyed a white shade of blonde. Ah, these English! They travelled all over, up and down the world, not to acquire information but rather to leave the impress of their superiority as a race. ‘Hang it all, Mrs Sindlesham is right! You are two of a kind. But Miss Stanley took no notice of these things. Her breath came fast in little sobbing pants. I will tell you what you shall give me, if you like. You see, the plain fact of the case is that I think I am too young and ignorant for marriage. Some day I'm going to paint her; but that will be when I've retired.
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