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The
soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with
its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. He
found, however, that now the time had come he utterly lacked the courage to
attempt any such speech. I’ve seen him, and he doesn’t a bit understand. "You don't recollect me, I presume?" premised the stranger, taking a seat. 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. “Thank you, Martin,” she replied graciously. Gerald studied the darkness beyond the aperture.
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