"The whole thing makes me sick.

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Consider the minds of those people--their feelings.

Don't you agree ?" "I always make a vow never to go to another party of any description," Helen replied, "and I always break it." She leant back in her chair and looked laughingly at the young man.
She could see that he was genuinely cross, if at the same time slightly excited.
"However," he said, resuming his jaunty tone, "I suppose one must just make up one's mind to it." "To what ?" "There never will be more than five people in the world worth talking to." Slowly the flush and sparkle in Helen's face died away, and she looked as quiet and as observant as usual.
"Five people ?" she remarked.