He shirked conversation just as earnestly as he desired it.
(of Arthur Kipps, p 41)
One feels one hasn’t opportunities. If one had, I suppose one wouldn’t use them. Still—
(Helen Walsingham, p 114)
Outwardly calm, or at most a little flushed and ruffled, inwardly Kipps was a horrible, tormented battleground of scruples, doubts, shames and self-assertions.
(p 184)
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