More than ever a sense of confusion was upon Ennison. "You are my prisoner. Above her head was an aura of white fire. "Come out!" roared Quilt, looking into the aperture. ” “Why did you keep her all of these years? What good can it do?” “She created me, Lucia. . Men do services for the love of women, and the woman who takes must pay. She stared at him. She seemed to assume that it must certainly be something she had said. "It won't do, widow," said he, drawing near her, while she shrank from his approach, "so you may spare your breath. He stooped to recover it, and his face was hidden. For nothing will ever convince me that it is not the man’s share in life to shield, to protect, to lead and toil and watch and battle with the world at large. “I have come for an explanation,” she said. "Clean and spotless, but beginning to show the wear and tear of constant use.
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