‘You damned little fool! How dared you steal my sword?’ Her eyes flew open. She felt a lump rise in her throat, for she had come to love living in America. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Lucy asked. ‘Which is why I feel sure he will utterly repulse the girl, even if she is his granddaughter. “By-the-bye,” he said, presently, “your sister was married to old Ferringhall the other day, wasn’t she? I saw the notice in the papers. My late husband, I mean. 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. He was a shy boy outwardly but she knew him better in his thoughts, in which perhaps she had already taken upon the role of lover. It is not the woman who speaks there.
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