He sat down on the sill of the open window, folded his arms, and stared straight before him for a long time over the wilderness of tiles and chimney-pots into a sky that was blue and empty. His bravado waxed and he asked her to what would be her first date in nearly twenty years. “He is one of our guests—perhaps I should say boarders here, but he seldom returns before dinner-time. Ed. She was retuning, fifths spilling from the sliver of light underneath the door like milk. Gwen—I saw Gwen the other day, and the paint’s thicker than ever. Returning to Mrs Sindlesham’s chair, he held up the miniature so the face depicted there was turned towards the old lady. Right now my heart is occupied. But, after all, it will be different. 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.
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