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Bit priggish, isn’t it? And if he only knew it—so absurd. \"Where are you going?\" She cried. ’ ‘Because I was a servant in the vicomte’s house? Things have changed. Your Mom says to come downstairs for dessert. You are to come home. At any rate he made it very clear that night that there was an ineradicable discord in life, a jarring something that must shatter all her dreams of a way of living for women that would enable them to be free and spacious and friendly with men, and that was the passionate predisposition of men to believe that the love of women can be earned and won and controlled and compelled. The blast once more swept over the agitated river: whirled off the sheets of foam, scattered them far and wide in rain-drops, and left the raging torrent blacker than before. She felt sticky and ashamed when he dropped her off a block away from the McCloskey house as she had requested. .
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