But a time will come (and that before long,) when our sex will assert its superiority; and, when we have got the upper hand, let 'em try to subdue us if they can. ” She said, searching for her brassiere under his bed. She reminded him of his linnet, when he gave the bird the freedom of the house: it became filled with a wild gaiety which bordered on madness. “Sooner or later, John, it will come to that. She could feel Michelle’s nervousness leaching into her spine. He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. Opening her large black eyes, she fixed them upon him for a moment with a mixture of terror and loathing, and then averted her gaze. Turning now, and running down the terrace. It might prove rewarding. It now came to him with an added thrill how well she had told her story; simply and directly, no skipping, no wandering hither and yon: from the first hour she could remember, to the night she had fled in the proa, a clear sustained narrative. The one profession, the one decent profession, I mean, for a woman—except the stage— is teaching, and there we trample on one another.
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