" "You had better write them for me, Mr. ‘You can’t prove nothing. Only your pa knew as how I were the one as saw to you at the wet-nurse’s cottage, and he got a-hold of me and made me bring him to you. The spinsters had purchased one grass-linen tablecloth; the girl and the young man had purchased nothing. 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. ’ Roding allowed that he had a point, and followed him as he began to mount the stairs.
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