" "But, mother, mayn't I sit up to see whether Thames returns?" implored Winifred. She had a feeling as though something had dropped from her eyes, as though she had just discovered herself for the first time—discovered herself as a sleepwalker might do, abruptly among dangers, hindrances, and perplexities, on the verge of a cardinal crisis. A woman isn’t much freer—in reality. When first brought under consideration, she was a miserable and forlorn object; squalid in attire, haggard in looks, and emaciated in frame. That is why I called myself Anna.
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