Stanley, produced a portrait from its hiding-place in the jewel-drawer under the mirror. He turned the water off and handed her a towel. Clotilde flew into a rage, crying, “How dare you lay claim to my children! I am their mother! This is a Godless house!” She accused. Do not slight my warning. Her parents have more money than God. “What can I do?” “Go and see her. But it would serve. 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. He looked at his port wine as though that tawny ruby contained the solution of the matter.
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