” She was silent for a time, with her nose on the pillow, and that brought her to: “What’s the good of pretending? “I love him,” she said aloud to the dim forms of her room, and repeated it, and went on to imagine herself doing acts of tragically dog-like devotion to the biologist, who, for the purposes of the drama, remained entirely unconscious of and indifferent to her proceedings. "I would sacrifice all my fortune—all my hopes —to liberate him. “I think she is the perpetrator behind several attacks, not just the clothes stealing. ’ She flounced back to stare out of the window again. The perception of him flooded her being. Brutes! They are the brute still with us! Science some day may teach us a way to do without them.
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