Wood, reproachfully, as
they returned to the parlour. He
kept his keen eyes steadily fixed on Thames, as if awaiting to be addressed. One with the appearance of a
bald little gnome yawned agonizingly. "
"Willingly. There was another little thing he had to say. She had prepared
herself to meet violent protest, a recurrence of that burning glance. . ’ She
shuddered, throwing her hands over her face. 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. The only thing they don’t
fight over is the addition. “Afterwards,” she said, “I should be perfectly content to have everything done
for me.
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