You’ll never even see me again, for that 268 matter. Will you please—Not now, or I must go. They were talking of “Alcide,” as they often did in those days. 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. All the world over a wedding procession arouses laughter and derision in the bystanders.
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