\" She sat down on a nearby bench. 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. She loved him. ’ ‘You should be happy that you are not dead,’ she retorted, but with a diminution of the venom and fright in her voice. Though he walked by the side of the governor, he seldom exchanged a word with him, but appeared wholly absorbed in the contemplations inspired by a broadbowled Dutch pipe. Wood's favourite sitting-room, and her image was so intimately associated with it, neither the carpenter nor his daughter could muster courage to enter it before. ‘I knowed he were a wrong ’un, but that. Presently he resumed: “I believe I must be in love. He was carelessly dressed, and there were marks of unrest upon his features. ‘Certainly this is true,’ she managed. His voice had changed, the joy had gone out of it; and she understood that something from the past had rolled up to spoil this hour.
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