”
“And mine,” murmured his companion, with the smile still lingering upon his
lips. "You base ingrate," she
added, in a whisper, as she flounced past Mr. "That depends upon you. She
had thought—What had she thought? That this dependence of women was but an
illusion which needed only to be denied to vanish. A florid-looking young
woman rose up and accosted him eagerly. He too, when she had disappeared, called a carriage. She would never
look squarely at these dream forms that mocked the social order in which she
lived, never admit she listened to the soft whisperings in her ear. The work of plunder over, that of destruction commenced. It now occurred to him that she had
always been fully dressed.
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