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Hetoldhernotonlywhathadhappened，butwhathehadthoughtandfelt，andsketchedforherportraitswhichfascinatedherofwhatothermenandwomenmightbesupposedtobethinkingandfeeling，sothatshebecameveryanxioustogobacktoEngland，whichwasfullofpeople，whereshecouldmerelystandinthestreetsandlookatthem。
Accordingtohim，too，therewasanorder，apatternwhichmadelifereasonable，orifthatwordwasfoolish，madeitofdeepinterestanyhow，forsometimesitseemedpossibletounderstandwhythingshappenedastheydid。Norwerepeoplesosolitaryanduncommunicativeasshebelieved。Sheshouldlookforvanity——
forvanitywasacommonquality——firstinherself，andtheninHelen，inRidley，inSt。John，theyallhadtheirshareofit——
andshewouldfinditintenpeopleoutofeverytwelveshemet；
andoncelinkedtogetherbyonesuchtieshewouldfindthemnotseparateandformidable，butpracticallyindistinguishable，andshewouldcometolovethemwhenshefoundthattheywerelikeherself。
Ifshedeniedthis，shemustdefendherbeliefthathumanbeingswereasvariousasthebeastsattheZoo，whichhadstripesandmanes，andhornsandhumps；andso，wrestlingovertheentirelistoftheiracquaintances，anddivergingintoanecdoteandtheoryandspeculation，theycametoknoweachother。
Thehourspassedquickly，andseemedtothemfulltoleaking-point。
Afteranight’ssolitudetheywerealwaysreadytobeginagain。
ThevirtueswhichMrs。Ambrosehadoncebelievedtoexistinfreetalkbetweenmenandwomendidintruthexistforbothofthem，althoughnotquiteinthemeasuresheprescribed。
Farmorethanuponthenatureofsextheydweltuponthenatureofpoetry，butitwastruethattalkwhichhadnoboundariesdeepenedandenlargedthestrangelysmallbrightviewofagirl。
Inreturnforwhathecouldtellhershebroughthimsuchcuriosityandsensitivenessofperception，thathewasledtodoubtwhetheranygiftbestowedbymuchreadingandlivingwasquitetheequalofthatforpleasureandpain。Whatwouldexperiencegiveherafterall，exceptakindofridiculousformalbalance，likethatofadrilleddoginthestreet？Helookedatherfaceandwonderedhowitwouldlookintwentyyears’time，whentheeyeshaddulled，andtheforeheadworethoselittlepersistentwrinkleswhichseemtoshowthatthemiddle-agedarefacingsomethinghardwhichtheyoungdonotsee？Whatwouldthehardthingbeforthem，hewondered？ThenhisthoughtsturnedtotheirlifeinEngland。
ThethoughtofEnglandwasdelightful，fortogethertheywouldseetheoldthingsfreshly；itwouldbeEnglandinJune，andtherewouldbeJunenightsinthecountry；andthenightingalessinginginthelanes，intowhichtheycouldstealwhentheroomgrewhot；andtherewouldbeEnglishmeadowsgleamingwithwaterandsetwithstolidcows，andcloudsdippinglowandtrailingacrossthegreenhills。
Ashesatintheroomwithher，hewishedveryoftentobebackagaininthethickoflife，doingthingswithRachel。
Hecrossedtothewindowandexclaimed，“Lord，howgooditistothinkoflanes，muddylanes，withbramblesandnettles，youknow，andrealgrassfields，andfarmyardswithpigsandcows，andmenwalkingbesidecartswithpitchforks——there’snothingtocomparewiththathere——lookatthestonyredearth，andthebrightbluesea，andtheglaringwhitehouses——howtiredonegetsofit！Andtheair，withoutastainorawrinkle。I’dgiveanythingforaseamist。“
Rachel，too，hadbeenthinkingoftheEnglishcountry:theflatlandrollingawaytothesea，andthewoodsandthelongstraightroads，whereonecanwalkformileswithoutseeinganyone，andthegreatchurchtowersandthecurioushousesclusteredinthevalleys，andthebirds，andthedusk，andtherainfallingagainstthewindows。
“ButLondon，London’stheplace，“Terencecontinued。Theylookedtogetheratthecarpet，asthoughLondonitselfweretobeseentherelyingonthefloor，withallitsspiresandpinnaclesprickingthroughthesmoke。
“Onthewhole，whatIshouldlikebestatthismoment，“
Terencepondered，“wouldbetofindmyselfwalkingdownKingsway，bythosebigplacards，youknow，andturningintotheStrand。
PerhapsImightgoandlookoverWaterlooBridgeforamoment。
ThenI’dgoalongtheStrandpasttheshopswithallthenewbooksinthem，andthroughthelittlear
