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"You have defied me, and shall feel my power. I was just like a sort of dummy that does things as it is told—that is to say, as the strings are pulled. She uncrossed her legs and lowered herself, carefully and slowly, until she lay supine. This was number 13, Montague Street, familiarly spoken of in the neighbourhood as “White’s. I learned of your betrothal, gleaned all the information I could simply by eavesdropping. Manning; secondly, by some measure or other, she meant to go on with her studies, not at the Tredgold Schools but at the Imperial College; and, thirdly, she was, as an immediate and decisive act, a symbol of just exactly where she stood, a declaration of free and adult initiative, going that night to the Fadden Ball. My dear! we’ve had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things we’d said—like a rosary of beads.
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