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She came to spend hours with the bastard children that the women brought, dressing and feeding the tiny ones, inventing games for the older ones. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. "Because it's not like you," was her answer. 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. Blotted out—Love! With infinite care, through nearly a thousand pages, her father had obliterated the word Love. "Nothing you can say to the contrary will convince me that you have not been accessory to his flight. Sheppard. I do not think that he has quite got over his surprise at finding you established here. ” He then slipped a diamond ring on her finger. You know—if you want freedom.
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