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She put her hand in his to be squeezed. “Girls. It would have been better had he succeeded in murdering her, she thought. B. ‘My papa he does not wish me to marry the man I choose, and thus he places me in the convent that the nuns may lock me up and I cannot escape. He remained talking with her however. Anna sprang lightly away across the street. 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. A new inexplicable madness that urged him to shrill ironically the story of his coat—to take it off and fling it at the feet of any stranger who chanced to be nigh. ‘No mistaking you this time. She treaded down the hall swiftly but stopped abruptly when she heard a voice in back of her. He was all alone, like herself. This girl whom he had met by chance and befriended had done both.
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