’ ‘Ah, non?’ Her voice was neutral. . ‘Certainly I can prove it. “Where is my beautiful wife?” He bellowed from the downstairs. ’ Mrs Sindlesham laughed lightly, but her eyes quizzed him. Nevertheless, relief washed over her, her body rejoicing in the afterglow of twenty years of tension released. She thought that women were not made for the struggle and turmoil of life— their place was the little world, the home; that their power lay not in votes but in influence over men and in making the minds of their children fine and splendid. He greeted the corpulent boy at the register, whose tag read, \"MY NAME IS Jason\" with familiarity. And the grotesquest fact was that she did not so much loathe, as experience with a quite critical condemnation this strange sensation of being kissed. He hated himself a little for it.
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