“I do not know. "Ja, ja, Muntmeester," said the Hollander, shaking his head in reply;—"very bad —very. I have always managed to survive, haven’t I?” She was eager to stop talking about her parents. It was a sickening process, and the sucking sound was sure to wake up Ray’s mother. She looked and felt like a fairy princess. She thought that women were not made for the struggle and turmoil of life— their place was the little world, the home; that their power lay not in votes but in influence over men and in making the minds of their children fine and splendid. He could not make good his hold.
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