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Her heart seemed to stand still. "How has the world used you since we met last?" she tried to say neutrally. "Better, I fear, than I have used it," he answered quietly. "I do not quite see. How could you ill-use the world?" There was faint irony in her voice now. A change seemed to have come upon her. "By ill-using any one person we ill-use society the world" he meaningly replied.
"Don't you think we ought to introduce ourselves?" she asked, composedly, when she was quite sure the eyes were not brown. "Maybe." Chip's tone was neutrally polite. Miss Whitmore had suspected that he was painfully bashful, after the manner of country young men. She now decided that he was not; he was passively antagonistic. "Of course you know that I'm Della Whitmore," she said.
The Oddsons were certainly a happy family though not by any means a harmonious one. The excellent pastor, who was himself neutrally good, orthodox, and kind-hearted, had often, in the privacy of his own thought, wondered what hidden ancestral influences there might have been at work in giving a man so peaceable and inoffensive as himself two daughters of such strongly defined individuality.
She turned her head now, and glanced neutrally at the incontestable revolver for a second. But she made no remark whatever, unless the pouting of her tightly shut lips and a mysterious smile amounted to a remark. Louis adopted an indifferent tone "Strange that the old lady should be so nervous just to-night isn't it? seeing these burglars have been knocking about for over a fortnight.
Moreover, explicatio, evolutio, unfolding, as yet does not always have the meaning of development to-day, of progressive advance. It denotes, quite neutrally, the production of a multiplicity from a unity, in which the former has lain confined, no matter whether this multiplicity and its procession signify enhancement or attenuation.
But honesty only asked her neutrally, "Is it really growth and freedom, and generous expansion of the soul?" Poor Marise felt her arms fall to her side, piteous and defenseless. No, it was not. It was with the flatness of accent which she hated, which was so hard for her, that she made the admission. It was physical excitement, that was what it was.
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