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She thought of all sorts of odd and desperate expedients,
and with passionate petulance rejected them all. But,
no. What is it that you wish from me? You would like to arrest me for spying?
Very well, arrest me. “It’s best,” he said, “to make it a good round sum. "Thank you, sir," said Spurlock, holding out his hand. "
"I can't. But—”
The tired woman raised her eyebrows in mild protest. Something as yet
unformulated within her kept her estranged from all these practical aspects of her
beliefs. 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. Carefully abstaining from thrusting
against each other, Ann Veronica and her father began an absurdly desperate
struggle, the one to open the door, the other to keep it fastened. He saw what he had done only as it related to
Ruth. A jar of pink roses upon a tiny table seemed
to gain an extra delicacy of colour from the sombre curtains behind.
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