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Why had he kissed her? What had led him into that? Neither love nor passion— utter blankness so far as reducing the act to terms. In the periphery of her vision, she saw the door pulled back. She then introduced them to Martin’s parents. 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. “Did your foster dads ever try to molest you?” “Of course they did, John. ‘Certainly I have them with me. That a longing of hers should be realized in this strange fashion was difficult to believe: it vaguely suggested something of a trap. He opened his eyes, protestingly, and beheld the realization of his dream. "I understand, Sir," replied Davies, drawing a little aside. He held her eyes.
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