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IV,Pilar marched into the drawing room, her head held high.,She went straight up to Lydia, who was sitting in the window with some knitting.,Pilar said:,“Lydia, I have come to tell you that I will not take that money. I am going away—at once.,.?.?.”,“My dear child, Alfred must have explained very badly! It is not in the least a matter ofcharity, if that is what you feel. Really, it is not a question of kindness or generosity ¹ on our part. Itis a plain matter of right and wrong. In the ordinary course of events your mother would haveinherited this money, and you would have come into it from her. It is your right—your blood right.,It is a matter, not of charity, but of justice! ”,Pilar said fiercely:,“And that is why I cannot do it—not when you speak like that—not when you are like that! Ienjoyed coming here. It was fun! It was an adventure, but now you have spoilt it all! I am goingaway now, at once—you will never be bothered by me again. .?.?.”,Tears choked her voice. She turned and ran blindly out of the room.,We adore them for their generosity.我们钦佩他们的慷慨 。,The lamps had a portentously elastic swing with them. 那儿路面的街灯正带着一种不祥的弹性摇晃着呢！ 来自英汉文学 - 双城记