"But I am not a great writer or a great student," said
Egremont.
"Whatever you be, I trust," said Sybil, in a more serious
tone,
"that you will never employ the talents that God has given you
against the People."
"I have come here to learn something of their condition," said
Egremont. "That is not to be done in a great city like
London. We all of us live too much in a circle. You will
assist me, I am sure," added Egremont; "your spirit will
animate me. You told me last night that there was no other
subject, except one, which ever occupied your thoughts."
"Yes," said Sybil, "I have lived under two roofs, only two
roofs; and each has given me a great idea; the Convent and the
Cottage. One has taught me the degradation of my faith, the
other of my race. You should not wonder, therefore, that my
heart is concentrated on the Church and the People."
"But there are other ideas," said Egremont, "that might
equally be entitled to your thought."
"I feel these are enough," said Sybil; "too great, as it is,
for my brain."
Book 3 Chapter 7
At the end of a court in Wodgate, of rather larger dimensions
than usual in that town, was a high and many-windowed house,
of several stories in height, which had been added to it at
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