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\"I'll have to ask Cathy, you know my foster mother? I have not been asked on a date before. They were bickering, she could tell by the way the mother threw her fat arms into the air and paced restlessly about the tiny clapboard house. Here was an experienced man of the world, her friend, who evidently took a great interest in this supreme topic and was willing to give her the benefit of his experiences! Why should not she be at her ease with him? Why should not she know things? It is hard enough anyhow for a human being to learn, she decided, but it is a dozen times more difficult than it need be because of all this locking of the lips and thoughts. . There was a tearing sound and the cloth of her habit ripped apart as the smothered point drove through it, missing its intended target. There was something holding women down, holding women back, and if it wasn’t exactly man-made law, man-made law was an aspect of it. She felt a cheat and a sneak to his unsuspecting retreating back. His tone was rough, almost threatening. "To-morrow night!" said Spurlock, in a wondering whisper. But her mind was ruffled, and its mirror-like surface of satisfaction was not easily restored. The gallant woollen-draper was now in his thirty-sixth year. She loved her mother Marina more than any other thing in the world and could not bear to speak to her for a fortnight after being told her fate.
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