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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 74 pages of information about Sandra Belloni Volume 3.

“You had reached the enlightened belief that books written by any but English hands were necessarily destructive of men’s innocence,” said Arabella; and her sisters thrilled at the neatness of the stroke, for the moment, while they forgot the ignoble object it transfixed.  Laura was sufficiently foiled by it to be unable to return to the Chips-Barrett theme.  Throughout the interview Cornelia had maintained a triumphant posture, superior to Arabella’s skill in fencing, seeing that it exposed no weak point of the defence by making an attack, and concealed especially the confession implied by a relish for the conflict.  Her sisters considerately left her to recover herself, after this mighty exercise of silence.

CHAPTER XXII

Cornelia sat with a clenched hand.  “You are rich and he is poor,” was the keynote of her thoughts, repeated from minute to minute.  “And it is gold gives you the right in the world’s eye to despise him!” she apostrophized the vanished Laura, clothing gold with all the baseness of that person.  Now, when one really hates gold, one is at war with one’s fellows.  The tide sets that way.  There is no compromise:  to hate it is to try to stem the flood.  It happens that this is one of the temptations of the sentimentalist, who should reflect, but does not, that the fine feelers by which the iniquities of gold are so keenly discerned, are a growth due to it, nevertheless.  Those ‘fine feelers,’ or antennae of the senses, come of sweet ease; that is synonymous with gold in our island-latitude.  The sentimentalists are represented by them among the civilized species.  It is they that sensitively touch and reject, touch and select; whereby the laws of the polite world are ultimately regulated, and civilization continually advanced, sometimes ridiculously.  The sentimentalists are ahead of us, not by weight of brain, but through delicacy of nerve, and, like all creatures in the front, they are open to be victims.  I pray you to observe again the shrinking life that afflicts the adventurous horns of the snail, for example.  Such are the sentimentalists to us—­the fat body of mankind.  We owe them much, and though they scorn us, let us pity them.

Especially when they are young they deserve pity, for they suffer cruelly.  I for my part prefer to see boys and girls led into the ways of life by nature; but I admit that in many cases, in most cases, our good mother has not (occupied as her hands must be) made them perfectly presentable; by which fact I am warned to have tolerance for the finer beings who labour under these excessive sensual subtleties.  I perceive their uses.  And they are right good comedy; for which I may say that I almost love them.  Man is the laughing animal:  and at the end of an infinite search, the philosopher finds himself clinging to laughter as the best of human fruit, purely human, and sane, and comforting.  So let us be cordially thankful to those who furnish matter for sound embracing laughter.

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