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. Her aunt did not object to capital punishment or war, or the industrial system
or casual wards, or flogging of criminals or the Congo Free State, because none
of these things really got hold of her imagination; but she did object, she did not
like, she could not bear to think of people not having and enjoying their meals. ‘I’ll handle her better alone. “He was a
friend of your sister’s, was he not?”
“I never heard her mention his name,” she answered.
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