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You will never be able to draw. A murmur ran through the assemblage, by several of whom Jack was recognised. Stark and stark! Do you remember it all?. “I do,” Anna answered. She is English! I am sure of that. “Tell me more about this Martin Chen. I don’t see what you can have to say. 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. The hand that had been clenched lay open, relaxed; and upon the palm he saw her mother's locket. Their eyes met, and his expressed perplexity and curiosity. We do not remember to have met with a single individual, reported to be under petticoat government, who was not content with his lot,—nay, who so far from repining, did not exult in his servitude; and we see no way of accounting for this apparently inexplicable conduct—for which, among other phenomena of married life, various reasons have been assigned, though none entirely satisfactory to us—except upon the ground that these domineering dames possess some charm sufficiently strong to counteract the irritating effect of their tempers; some secret and attractive quality of which the world at large is in ignorance, and with which their husbands alone can be supposed to be acquainted.
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