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” “Very romantic. “I remember,” she said, “that the first night I saw you, you spoke of my sister as your friend. The old lady’s face was stiff with anger. ” “I don’t want absolution. And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. Unless women are never to be free, never to be even respected, there must be a generation of martyrs. She addresses you as the Flower of the Lotus, as the Resplendent Moonbeam. This also struck her as odd. “I want a plain word with you about all this.
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