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. ” “No,” cried Miss Miniver, almost vehemently. “You said you were in love with me,” said Ann Veronica; “I wanted to explain —” “I said I loved and wanted you. I suppose this is the sort of damned rubbish—” “Oh! Ssh, Peter!” cried Miss Stanley. “We do not want the men,” said Miss Miniver; “we do not want them, with their sneers and loud laughter.
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