An open
carriage that passed, followed by two young girls on horseback,
gave a familiar direction to Reardon's thoughts.
'If one were as rich as those people! They pass so close to us;
they see us, and we see them; but the distance between is
infinity. They don't belong to the same world as we poor
wretches. They see everything in a different light; they have
powers which would seem supernatural if we were suddenly endowed
with them.'
'Of course,' assented his companion with a sigh.
'Just fancy, if one got up in the morning with the thought that
no reasonable desire that occurred to one throughout the day need
remain ungratified! And that it would be the same, any day and
every day, to the end of one's life! Look at those houses; every
detail, within and without, luxurious. To have such a home as
that!'
'And they are empty creatures who live there.'
'They do live, Amy, at all events. Whatever may be their
faculties, they all have free scope. I have often stood staring
at houses like these until I couldn't believe that the people
owning them were mere human beings like myself.
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