’ Bitterness rose up as he looked at the female. There was no mistaking his intentions this time. He confided to me that he felt trapped in his marriage, that he was being ruined by fate. “Indeed,” she said, “I would not. Plays Beethoven, Rubenstein and all those chaps. “Why can’t you tell people that you are what you are? Why all the secrecy?” She looked beyond the farmhouse. She proceeded to lift the front end of the car five feet from the ground with one hand. He took her hands firmly in his and raised them to his lips. She felt a storm of emotion surging up within her. “And think of the ordinary wives and mothers, with their anxiety, their limitations, their swarms of children!” Mr.
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