We may meet—who can tell? But I will not be fettered, even though you would make the chains of roses. The boat was set free, and the men resumed their seats. It reminded her viscerally of her subhuman status, stripped away of the pretenses of art, intellect, and nicety. They either ran to see or ran for shelter. “Fancy stabbing a man for jealousy!” she thought.
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