You’re all dependents—all of you. The man is a stranger to me. And he hazarded a wink at the poet over the paper on which he was sketching. Then he lifted the black cloak-like garment from the floor. Finally she decided upon a step that had always seemed reasonable to her, but that hitherto she had, from motives too faint for her to formulate, refrained from taking. She spoke readily enough, but there was a new timidity in her manner.
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