Sidney continued in
quite another voice:
'It's one of the hardest things I have to bear, that I can't make
your life pleasanter. Of course you need change; I know it only too
well. You and I ought to have our holiday at this time of the year,
like other people. I fancy I should like to go into the country
myself; Clerkenwell isn't such a beautiful place that one can be
content to go there day after day, year after year, without variety.
But we have no money. Suffer as we may, there's no help for it--
because we have no money. Lives may be wasted--worse, far worse
than wasted--just because there is no money. At this moment a
whole world of men and women is in pain and sorrow--because they
have no money. How often have we said that? The world is made so;
everything has to be bought with money.'
'You find it easier to bear than I do.'
'Yes; I find it easier. I am stronger-bodied, and at all events I
have some variety, whilst you have none. I know it. If I could take
your share of the burden, how gladly I'd do so! If I could take your
suffering upon myself, you shouldn't be unhappy for another minute.
But that is another impossible thing.
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