She had never felt so acutely the desire for free initiative, for a life unhampered by others. And then she fell into a musing about Capes. Now, abruptly, they were real again, though very distant, and she had come to say farewell to them across one sundering year. Seeing John in Chemistry was the worst. “Won’t you tell me why you have come to England?” she said. “I know that our social order is dreadful enough,” he said, “and sacrifices all that is best and most beautiful in life. I've another reason for supposing he'll pay me a visit. Melusine was loath to admit how much more lonely since Gerald chose not to visit her. As she went on, the story began to sound more and more like a recitation.
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