” “Oh, well!” he said, a little doubtfully, “it’s just a phase,” and bent down and rested his hand on her shoulder for a moment, with his heart beating and his nerves a-quiver. He would never be able to compose upon it, but it would serve to produce the finished work. We'll celebrate that check, and let the rest of the world go hang. ’ ‘Do you take me for a fool, Hilary?’ demanded his betrothed. ” “The real, identical other,” said Capes, and took and bit the tip of her little finger. "Farewell!" blubbered the executioner's wife, pressing his hand to her lips. 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.
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