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“It is you,” he cried, “you, who are talking folly, when you speak of friendship
between you and me. How could she tell him of the
evil that drew her and drew her, as a needle to the magnet?—the fascinating evil
that even now, escaped as it was, went on distilling its poison in her mind?
"Yes, yes!" said the doctor. He seemed to be labouring under some great excitement. She thought that women were not made for the struggle and turmoil of life—
their place was the little world, the home; that their power lay not in votes but in
influence over men and in making the minds of their children fine and splendid. Her aunt was making
herself cuffs out of little slips of insertion under the newly lit lamp. At present the world
waits for that writer, and the confused record of the newspapers remains the only
resource of the curious.
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