“Yes,” she said at last, “it is firm and affectionate. They were alike in one phase—loveless and lonely. I don’t want to bother you, of course. " The spinster had no retort to offer such directness. "So much the worse," replied Jonathan, rising and taking a turn, as if uncertain what to do. We've made a pretty penny by him—sixty guineas this blessed day. 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. She wondered abjectly whether he intended to rape her before she was dead. Yet an indiscriminating, wrong-headed world gave such fellows all sorts of distinctions.
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