DISCORDS
him, he knew so well, spread the wide vast flatness of the Marsh shining under the afternoon sky. In some way this was material to his thoughts. And as he rode through Hythe he came upon the idea that there was a considerable amount of incompatibility between the existence of one who was practically a gentleman and of Ann.
In the neighbourhood of Seabrook he began to think he had, in some subtle way, lowered himself by walking along by the side of Ann. . . . After all, she was only a servant.
Ann!
She called out all the least gentlemanly instincts of his nature. There had been a moment in their conversation when he had quite distinctly thought it would really be an extremely nice thing for someone to kiss her lips. . . . There was a warming quality about Ann—at least for Kipps. She impressed him as having during their vast interval of separation contrived to make herself in some distinctive way his.
Fancy keeping that half sixpence all this time!
It was the most flattering thing that had ever happened to Kipps.
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He found himself presently sitting over "The Art of Conversing," lost in the strangest musings. He got up, walked about, became stagnant at the window for a space, roused himself, and by way of something lighter tried "Sesame and Lilies." From that, too, his attention wandered. He sat back.
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