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Then she would have quiet times, in which she would say to herself, “Now look here! Let me think it all out!” For the first time, it seemed to her, she faced the facts of a woman’s position in the world—the meagre realities of such freedom as it permitted her, the almost unavoidable obligation to some individual man under which she must labor for even a foothold in the world. "You're right Jack," he said, after a pause, during which he contemplated the picture with the most fixed attention: "this must have been my father!" "No doubt of it," answered Sheppard; "only compare it with Winny's drawing, and you'll find they're as like as two peas in a pod. Two of these had been her particular intimates at the High School, and had done much to send her mind exploring beyond the limits of the available literature at home. ‘I didn’t mean to hurt you so badly,’ he said, still meeting her eyes, unaware that his hold about her hand had tightened a little. “I suppose he’s frightfully clever,” said Miss Klegg. They drove around town that night in his Buick convertible. To have the present lengthen into years! But in a few hours she would be upon her way, far lonelier than she had ever been. Dreams of adorable infants danced through her head as she cradled blankets in her arms. Her scream shook the windows of the sedan. “I’m sorry! Mary! Are you hurt?” “No.
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