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It’s—it’s a social difference. “You are mine, Annabel, and nothing shall ever make me give you up. Lucy sat paralyzed, as still as Tiger Lily on the death raft. Women to me are something so serene, so fine, so feminine, and politics are so dusty, so sordid, so wearisome and quarrelsome. I tore the marriage certificate from his pocket and burnt it.
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