The twists in his brain had suddenly
straightened out; he was normal, wholly himself; and he knew now exactly what
he had done. “I’ll run, too,” she volunteered. “Oh, damn!” he said. She was
pensive and thoughtful. ‘Oh, peste. 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. “Sir John,” her aunt repeated, with thin emphasis, “is coming to see your sister. You have
been going out every morning, and coming home late—tired out—too tired to
come down to dinner.
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