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self-consciousness, eating his supper like a man whose heart and mind were alike on good terms with him. Nancy felt wretched – and at the same time ridiculously happy. It seemed the most grotesque thing in the world that she should be presiding there at Peters table, and yet the most natural. There were moments when she felt like crying – other moments when her laughter was as ready and spontaneous as a girl’s. Sentiment and humour had always waged an equal contest in Nancy’s nature.
When Peter had finished his strawberries he folded his arms on the table and looked admiringly at Nancy.
TEXT ANNOTATION
From "The End of a Quarrel."