The Bach Cantata was played fairly well, Sebastian thought, for a lot of children. Brendon and Courtlaw who had been watching for her, met her at the door. She rose from her chair, and began walking up and down the room restlessly. The business of serving gave Gerald a few moment’s grace, for he was dubious about the effect on an elderly female, not in the best of health, of raking up old memories. She found her foster father and Mike still awake, playing high stakes UNO at the dimly lit kitchen table. She found herself again in the presence of some element in life about which she had been trained not to think, about which she was perhaps instinctively indisposed to think; something which jarred, in spite of all her mental resistance, with all her preconceptions of a clean and courageous girl walking out from Morningside Park as one walks out of a cell into a free and spacious world. If I did not love you en désespoir, I would assuredly blow off your head. I step on my neighbour's feet, return and apologize because my acquired conscience orders me to do so; whereas you might pass on without caring if your neighbour hopped about on one foot.
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