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” The talk was animated, and remained always brilliant in form even when it ceased to be brilliant in substance. “Annabel! Why, what on earth have you been doing to yourself, child?” she exclaimed. ‘I am Major Gerald Alderley of the West Kent Militia. Something is feeding upon them. He’s riding down the drive. It seems only yesterday that she was running down the Avenue, all hair and legs. With such qualifications as she possessed, two chief channels of employment lay open, and neither attracted her, neither seemed really to offer a conclusive escape from that subjection to mankind against which, in the person of her father, she was rebelling. During all their long comradeship he had never so much as ventured to hold her fingers. 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. “My dear girl,” he said, in a tone of patient reasonableness, “you are a mere child. She lost it in the Mint. “Oh, we are also under the spell,” he declared, “but I think that we are here mainly because it is cheap. I felt as though I had bandaged eyes.
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