“I wanted to go to an art-student ball of which he disapproved. Immediately she had spoken of the loose button he knew that henceforth he must show no concern over the disposition of that coat. She decided to leave this matter until the morrow and devote the morning to settling up with Mr. "Good-b'ye!" And with a cordial shake of the hand he took his departure. Wood in the deepest mourning. He hung over her—he and his loan to her and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting possibility of annoyance and exposure. “Please forgive me coming up, Miss Pellissier, but you have not been down to dinner for three nights, and—Brendon and I—we were afraid that you might be unwell. She must not show anything. ” He said cruelly as she gazed at him in fear. To him she had always appeared as a mere pleasure-loving parasite—something quite insignificant. 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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