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. Then she went into the office. Come, come, be reasonable, and listen to me. And instead he found her playing the great lady, and playing it well. “With your permission I should like to search the remainder of your rooms. The voice of the young seaman came floating down from the masthead, and the story of the immortal lovers had begun. Taking the wind was her business in life. Of you—an angel with one wing. “We have,” he said, “to be the utmost friends. One might have said that these trees grieved for their native soil; and, grieving, refused to bear.
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