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” Marina would drawl, Lucy invoking her mother’s face as the image of the beautiful but cruel princess Anoush. Ann Veronica decided that “hoydenish ragger” was the only phrase to express her. 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.
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