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His salvation—if there was to be any—lay in her ignorance of life. ‘Of course not,’ snapped his friend. Spurling, as if struck by a sudden idea. 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. "Do not despair!" echoed Mrs. But a woman’s life is all chance. I want a walk. So was I, in fact. He sat back in an easy chair with a hand upon each of the elbows, and looked steadfastly into the fire. She had a compartment to herself in the train from London to Morningside Park, and she sat with both her feet on the seat in an attitude that would certainly have distressed her mother to see, and horrified her grandmother beyond measure; she sat with her knees up to her chin and her hands clasped before them, and she was so lost in thought that she discovered with a start, from a lettered lamp, that she was at Morningside Park, and thought she was moving out of the station, whereas she was only moving in.
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