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“You see,” he said, “you are like an inaccessible gold-mine in all this sort of matter. Yet there was nothing for her to do. ” Suppose in some complex yet conceivable way women were endowed, were no longer economically and socially dependent on men. "You poor child!" said Prudence. Occasionally the mere fact of lying in bed became unendurable, and she rolled out and marched about her room and whispered abuse of herself—usually until she hit against some article of furniture. Sooner or later she’s going to run away again, and I want Frith to follow her and find out where she’s living. Yet her hands dropped, and she sighed deeply. It hardly served his interests. "You open it, Ruth. The walls of the room were lined with shelves, on which were glass jars, retorts, countless bottles and many appliances of surgical science. Before her was a great Gothic portal. "What shall I say? Shall I tell you, or shall I leave you in the dark—as I must always leave her? What shall I say except that I am accursed of men? Yes; I have loved something—her mother.
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