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” Suppose in some complex yet conceivable way women were endowed, were no longer economically and socially dependent on men. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world, with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes, its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much as an animal goes out to seek food. . Why don’t you wait and see if you do truly love me, then I can believe you? Then I know I am worth waiting for. The turnkey looked round the next moment, but the manoeuvre escaped his observation. Do not oppose it, and I will serve you. Her senses were prickled when she felt a new pair of eyes upon her. ‘You have said you do not wish to hurt me. ’ A sudden clatter of booted feet sounded in the hall beyond. " "Suffer me to proceed," replied the stranger. But here was new music, tender and kindly and whimsical, that first roved to and fro in the mind and then cuddled up in the heart. "What in the world is it?" he asked.
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