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. It hurt. He felt her
unsapped joyous living like a blow on his own aching weariness. He
thought bitterly of her. How easy life had been for her [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! She played at
living. Her airy fanciesher belief in Godher vagrant tenderness for the rag
and bobtail of the earth were all part of that same thing. She had never
suffered. Her people had diedbut they had died in the odour of sanctity
and wealth. She had never had to ask herself: "If I fall outwhat will
become of us?" She saw pain and poverty through the softening veil of her
own well-being. Nothing could really hurt her.
(And yet how lovable she was [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! He watched her covertly as she stood at the
surgeon's elbow--a little graver than usual--a little paler. To-day there was
no warm glance with a flicker of a smile in its serene depths to greet him.
Her hands were thrust boyishly into the pockets of her white coatand there
was an air of austere earnestness about her that sat quaintlycharmingly
upon her youth. He loved the businesslike simplicity of her dress--the dark
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tailored skirt and white silk shirt--immaculate--expressive of her real
abilityan accustomed wealth. He flaired and hated its expensiveness.)
Money. That lay at the root of eyilai:
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