The noise was raucous. ’ ‘Don’t call me by name,’ she snapped. Voilà tout. She stopped abruptly, and looked in a flower-shop window. " "And loving me, you fought me, avoided all my traps! I'm glad I've been so unhappy. 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. Yet she could not bring herself to hate the girl, or even Gianfrancesco, the one who would have sent her to her death more than once.
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