"Where can I hide myself?" he added, glancing round the room in search of a closet. There was a wild light in her eye, and her straight hair was out demonstrating and suffragetting upon some independent notions of its own. “I’m only arguing against your position of what a woman should be, and trying to get it clear in my own mind. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. Hoddy, what made you do it? Whatever made you do it?" "God knows! Something said to me: Take it! Take it! And … I took it. “No, don’t interrupt me. She gathered up the chain, revealing a locket which had lain hidden in her bosom.
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