“I was half hoping that I might be
allowed to see you home. ’ He threw a fulminating glance at Gerald. He even hugged
her a few times, something he had never done. We were to have breakfast there and return in the evening. I need a
white man, if only to talk to; and it will be a god send to talk to someone of your
intelligence. She surveyed accommodation that seemed at first merely austere, and became
more and more manifestly inadequate as the moments fled by. 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. “Manning,” she said, and contemplated a figure of inaggressive persistence. "What has put it into your head that your son yet lives?" he asked. Aren't we
funny? And just as I was beginning to lose faith in human beings, to have
someone like this come along! It is almost as if she were acting a rôle, and she
isn't.
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