He contrasted the lot of women in general with the lot of men, presented men as patient, self-immolating martyrs, and women as the pampered favorites of Nature. “Will you help me?” he asked. ‘What in the world is that?’ demanded Miss Froxfield. " "Wood's daughter, I suppose?" observed the other. With a swirl of her floral chintz petticoats, she placed herself in the capacious window seat, accepted the glass Gerald handed to her, and smiled mischievously up at him. "I was at Tyburn. Don't you remember? There were four of us, and we went touring in the city. I am going to make a fresh start.
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