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” Anna was thoughtful. Melusine approached with caution and sat warily at one end, looking up at him expectantly. "I will be there at the time. I admit it. Come. ” He stared at a little eddy. Fortescue’s steps, and encountered him with an air of artless surprise. It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. Their talk drifted to the beauty of music, and they took that up again at tea-time. 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. He felt the first sting of the whip. It was just a shabby, stupid, furtive business that began between us. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. We hide it bravely, but so it is.
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