‘Come, come, ma’am,’ he said smiling. Her grave fine face, her warm clear complexion, had already aroused his curiosity as he had gone to and fro in Morningside Park, and here suddenly he was near to her and talking freely and intimately. Then she would have quiet times, in which she would say to herself, “Now look here! Let me think it all out!” For the first time, it seemed to her, she faced the facts of a woman’s position in the world—the meagre realities of such freedom as it permitted her, the almost unavoidable obligation to some individual man under which she must labor for even a foothold in the world. Women are not in the world in the same sense that men are—fighting individuals in a scramble. John’s father brought down a violin from a high closet shelf. ” It was as if she faced a darkness in which was something very beautiful and wonderful as yet unimagined. It 163 invariably leads to trouble. Kneebone smiled assent. “I can tell you are thinking about it. She shuddered, adding confidentially, ‘You wouldn’t get me in there now, mind.
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