Her mother brewed potions to scent her hair, sweet balms of anise for her lips and hands, told her wonderful secrets, some decidedly un-Christian. “If you speak—farewell. " The Wastrel laughed. In the meanwhile, as he talked, he scrutinized her face, ran his eyes over her careless, gracious poise, wondered hard about her. ” “You think that you can do that?” “I am sure of it,” he answered, confidently. ” “Surely,” he protested, “the change is all in favour of your own inclinations. Ray Plote was most certainly feeling restless, what if he had left the house for the evening? She needed to eat. Which, if we are not all of us very careful indeed, will be stolen from Miss Charvill. 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.
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