Her tone was hoarse with passion. Just now my best ones are all taken. ” “It wouldn’t be you either. "Adorable girl!" he cried, in the most impassioned tone, and with the most impassioned look he could command. “Have you not heard?” she said. Then she would have quiet times, in which she would say to herself, “Now look here! Let me think it all out!” For the first time, it seemed to her, she faced the facts of a woman’s position in the world—the meagre realities of such freedom as it permitted her, the almost unavoidable obligation to some individual man under which she must labor for even a foothold in the world. ‘To find what?’ demanded Gerald. But you belong to me—and I want you.
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