She was aware of it now as if it were a voice shouting outside a house, shouting passionate verities in a hot sunlight, a voice that cries while people talk insincerely in a darkened room and pretend not to hear. ” Suppose in some complex yet conceivable way women were endowed, were no longer economically and socially dependent on men. For a time Spurlock did not move. Died short, I suppose, and the girls had to shift for themselves. His hands came up, his face broke apart. No matter what the fire and force of his passion, it falters eventually, and forever after smoulders or goes out. Read that letter, Thames—my lord marquis, I mean.
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