A good woman’s mind has angels with flaming swords at the portals to keep out fallen thoughts. “It has been very kind of you to see me, but I don’t want to sit and talk and use your time any longer. I wonder what men would say if we threw the mask aside—if we really told them what WE thought of them, really showed them what WE were. Advancing towards him, he made him a formal salutation, which was coldly returned. My eyes are open to you. Still, they bob up occasionally. She began to weep in long, aching sobs.
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