And here you are!” Her aunt opened all the fingers of her gloved hand in a rhetorical gesture. “I’m not nearly so sure as you. No blowzy barmaids for him to-day: an American bar-keep to whom he could tell his troubles and receive the proper meed of sympathy. They drove up into Paris in an open fiacre with a soft cool wind blowing in their faces, hand in hand beneath the rug. . She thought that women were not made for the struggle and turmoil of life— their place was the little world, the home; that their power lay not in votes but in influence over men and in making the minds of their children fine and splendid.
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