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And at length her penultimate day in Morningside Park dawned for her. "Can you not love him?" "Love him!" echoed the widow. \"No. To-morrow night —or rather to-night, for we are fast verging on another day—I propose to lure him out of the house by a stratagem which I am sure will prove infallible; and, then, what so easy as to knock him on the head. ” Miss Ellicot swept aside her skirts from the vacant chair and welcomed the newcomer with one of her most engaging smiles. 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. Her feathered hat fell from her head and down her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably. But Manning seemed more and more clearly indicated as a refuge, as security. I should have gone mad without it. Only she is not Madame Valade at all. Flattened flowers aren’t for the likes of us. It did not seem quite fair.
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