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I met her when we were both very young, as young as you are. A sacrifice. “Dyed!” “And your figure?” “One’s corsetière arranges that. They were now in a sort of cellar, at one end of which was a door. I too can see it. She had imagined that prisons were white-tiled places, reeking of lime-wash and immaculately sanitary. You are afraid of kisses. “I’m going to kill your weakness for you. She walked over to them still carrying the trousers in her hands, and stooped to examine them. “Most of it is ugly and frowsy,” she declared, “but it isn’t worth talking about. At any rate he made it very clear that night that there was an ineradicable discord in life, a jarring something that must shatter all her dreams of a way of living for women that would enable them to be free and spacious and friendly with men, and that was the passionate predisposition of men to believe that the love of women can be earned and won and controlled and compelled.
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