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Chapter 7
PoorClifford,hewasnottoblame.Hiswasthegreatermisfortune.Itwasallpartofthegeneralcatastrophe.
Andyetwashenotinawaytoblame?Thislackofwarmth,thislackofthesimple,warm,physicalcontact,washenottoblameforthat?Hewasneverreallywarm,norevenkind,onlythoughtful,considerate,inawell-bred,coldsortofway!Butneverwarmasamancanbewarmtoawoman,asevenConnie’sfathercouldbewarmtoher,withthewarmthofamanwhodidhimselfwell,andintendedto,butwhostillcouldcomfortawomanwithabitofhismasculineglow.
ButCliffordwasnotlikethat.Hiswholeracewasnotlikethat.Theywereallinwardlyhardandseparate,andwarmthtothemwasjustbadtaste.Youhadtogetonwithoutit,andholdyourown;whichwasallverywellifyouwereofthesameclassandrace.Thenyoucouldkeepyourselfcoldandbeveryestimable,andholdyourown,andenjoythesatisfactionofholdingit.Butifyouwereofanotherclassandanotherraceitwouldn’tdo;therewasnofunmerelyholdingyourown,andfeelingyoubelongedtotherulingclass.Whatwasthepoint,wheneventhesmartestaristocratshadreallynothingpositiveoftheirowntohold,andtheirrulewasreallyafarce,notruleatall?Whatwasthepoint?Itwasallcoldnonsense.
AsenseofrebellionsmoulderedinConnie.
