‘To what do you go, mademoiselle? The life of a nun in a convent, in a country where nuns are unwelcome. Into this hole in the wall and out of it the native stream flowed from sunrise to sunset, when the stream mysteriously ceased. Every eye seemed focussed upon her; and yet she had known the sensation to be the conceit of her imagination. At least that, I think, is what makes a clever woman’s independent career so much more difficult than a clever man’s. If anyone noticed, he did not report the event. It was the end, she told herself, fiercely. Romance! The romance of passing faces, of wires that carried voices and words to the far ends of the world, of tremendous mechanisms that propelled ships and trains! And, oh the beautiful books! She swiftly knelt upon the floor and once more gathered the books to her heart. But machinery will never approach the hand. But he was destined to have every tide of feeling awakened—every wound opened. “Women should understand men’s affairs, perhaps,” said Miss Garvice, “but to mingle in them is just to sacrifice that power of influencing they can exercise now. We should not bar any engagements at private houses, but in other respects the arrangement must be exclusive.
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