" "Why, that must be about the time of the Great Storm," rejoined Jackson. There he sat, cheerfully friendly in his sex’s freedom—the man she loved, the one man she cared should unlock the way to the wide world for her imprisoned feminine possibilities, and he seemed regardless that she stifled under his eyes; he made a jest of all this passionate insurgence of the souls of women against the fate of their conditions. So long as she stood beside him, the Hand would not prevail. “These are the playgrounds of life.
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