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O'Higgins mounted the stairs, his step extraordinarily light for one so heavy. Wood now re-appeared with a very red face; and, followed by Winifred, took her seat at the table. There he sat, cheerfully friendly in his sex’s freedom—the man she loved, the one man she cared should unlock the way to the wide world for her imprisoned feminine possibilities, and he seemed regardless that she stifled under his eyes; he made a jest of all this passionate insurgence of the souls of women against the fate of their conditions. This left Spurlock alone. A siphon and a whisky bottle stood before him. “Please don’t,” she said. Finding remonstrances of no avail, he had recourse to threats; and when threats failed, he adopted more decided measures. . And I'll answer for it, she'll never say a syllable to annoy you again.
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