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"Don't say so," cried Mrs. 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. Then the bridge had arched gateways,
bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with
the heads of traitors. She made a quick movement, and the hand fell away. . There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there
were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. She had to resist an impulse of
sheer terror, to run out after them and give in. Always I have said I will take
care of myself, and I have done so. “It is positively no use, Anna,” she declared, appealingly. Later, she
understood his reasons; and it had now become habit. A slow
anger burned in the man. Winifred listened to his narration with the profoundest attention; and, when it
concluded, her tearful eye and throbbing bosom told how deeply her feelings had
been interested.
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