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Wild," he added, as Jonathan came up, and assisted him to secure and disarm the prisoner. You’re not to go. Another door was next opened, and, preceded by the ordinary, with the sacred volume in his hand, the prisoner entered the room. "I'm my own master now, and I'll do as I please. “A modern girl does understand these terms. “And what on earth,” he said, “do you think the world is made of? Why do you think I have been doing things for you? The abstract pleasure of goodness? Are you one of the members of that great white sisterhood that takes and does not give? The good accepting woman! Do you really suppose a girl is entitled to live at free quarters on any man she meets without giving any return?” “I thought,” said Ann Veronica, “you were my friend. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world, with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes, its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much as an animal goes out to seek food.
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