You belong to me, and I have waited long enough. He wished he had the time to solve this riddle,
for it was a riddle, and four-square besides. ‘You knew her well, Miss Mary?’
Mrs Ibstock turned at the window. She breathed
deeply. "With all my heart!" replied Wood. Of course Nicholas was bound to give her a
French name. Now, abruptly, they were real again, though very distant,
and she had come to say farewell to them across one sundering year. There he sat, cheerfully friendly in his sex’s freedom—the
man she loved, the one man she cared should unlock the way to the wide world
for her imprisoned feminine possibilities, and he seemed regardless that she
stifled under his eyes; he made a jest of all this passionate insurgence of the
souls of women against the fate of their conditions.
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