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Brendon’s had an awful stroke of luck. “I suppose I should let go if I had. She stood on the mat instead, and looked down on him. 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. " "Thank'ee,—thank'ee. ” The topic of his invalid wife bored him, and he turned at once to Ann Veronica.
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