Lassitude?” “I suppose so. "I am content," said Jack. Someone, it appeared, was trying to profit from that fact. “I meant it. She was aware of it now as if it were a voice shouting outside a house, shouting passionate verities in a hot sunlight, a voice that cries while people talk insincerely in a darkened room and pretend not to hear. With some difficulty he contrived to raise her to the window, and with still greater difficulty to squeeze her through it—her bulk being much greater than his own. And there, about Saas, are ice and snows again, and sometimes we will loiter among the rocks and trees about Saas or peep into Samuel Butler’s chapels, and sometimes we will climb up out of the way of the other people on to the glaciers and snow. “It is incredible. ” “Has my sister been unkind to you?” “The family,” he declared, “has not treated me with consideration. ” “There is no one else who has a key to your rooms?” “No one except my maid, who is away in Wiltshire. At last, a little way to the northward of Euston Road, the moral cloud seemed to lift, the moral atmosphere to change; clean blinds appeared in the windows, clean doorsteps before the doors, a different appeal in the neatly placed cards bearing the word ————————————— | APARTMENTS ————————————— | in the clear bright windows. ‘Hollow.
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