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Poor Angela ! do be comforted ! " Angela sat up, and dried her eyes in silence. Her brief storm had passed. POOR ANGELA DO BE COMFORTED ANGELA SAT UP AND DRIED HER EYES IN SILENCE HER BRIEF STORM HAD PASSED
eve that there's nothing " " Oh, mamma, mamma ! " said Angela suddenly, " why do we keep on fighting ? I used to love our parties once, but I'm getting to know things. We're ridiculous. We aren't quite what we want to be, and we are the more absurd because in some things we are so very near it. I don't think I want to marry. I used to, but I don't now. I certainly don't want to marry any of the underbred young men who come to this house and fall in love with me. I often wonder why I go on trying to be bright and amusing to them, and why I do my best to cover up the rough places and make things go smoothly, and cajole papa, and dress as well as I can. The hell — the awful hell of this London life ! " And poor Angela buried 8 THE OCTAVE OF CLAUDIUS. licr head in a recently purchased cushion, and began to sob a little. "You distress me," said Mrs. Wycherley, excitedly ; " I can't bear to see you like this, Angela. I insist that you shall not sob. I cannot digest when my mind is disturbed. T HIM THAT'S WHAT I FEEL SO MUCH ABOUT JAMIESON AS A TONIC FOR THE STOMACH I BELIEVE THAT THERE'S NOTHING OH MAMMA MAMMA SAID ANGELA SUDDENLY WHY DO WE KEEP ON FIGHTING I USED TO LOVE OUR PARTIES ONCE BUT I'M GETTING TO KNOW THINGS WE'RE RIDICULOUS WE AREN'T QUITE WHAT WE WANT TO BE AND WE ARE THE MORE ABSURD BECAUSE IN SOME THINGS WE'RE VERY NEAR IT I DON'T THINK I WANT TO MARRY I USED TO BUT I DON'T NOW I CERTAINLY DON'T WANT TO MARRY ANY THE UNDERBRED YOUNG MEN WHO COME TO THIS HOUSE AND FALL IN LOVE WITH ME I OFTEN WONDER WHY I GO ON TRYING TO BE BRIGHT AND AMUSING TO THEM AND WHY DO MY BEST TO COVER UP THE ROUGH PLACES AND MAKE THINGS GO SMOOTHLY AND CAJOLE PAPA AND DRESS AS WELL AS I CAN THE HELL THE AWFUL HELL OF THIS LONDON LIFE AND POOR ANGELA BURIED HER HEAD IN A RECENTLY PURCHASED CUSHION AND BEGAN TO SOB A LITTLE YOU DISTRESSED ME SAID MISSUS WITCHERY EXCITEDLY I CAN'T BEAR TO SEE YOU LIKE THIS ANGELA I INSIST THAT YOU SHALL NOT SOB I CANNOT DIGEST WHEN MY MIND IS DISTURBED
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