Mrs Sindlesham’s
wrinkled cheek had paled, and her eyes were fixed upon Gerald in a look that
wrung his heart. ‘Something in that, missie. The young man entered into a lively little war of words with a yellow-haired
young person near the door. His back was no sooner turned, than she slipped this casket into
the box. She had set out
to get a beautiful life, a free, untrammelled life, self-development, without
counting the cost either for herself or others. "Why did I want it under my pillow?" he asked. If there is any drinking, I'll do it. Saren Chen
was a tall woman, thin and beautiful in a masculine way,
Germanic. The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily
built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. 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. Part 4
But presently, as she sat on the one antimacassared red silk chair and surveyed
her hold-all and bag in that tidy, rather vacant, and dehumanized apartment, with
its empty wardrobe and desert toilet-table and pictureless walls and stereotyped
furnishings, a sudden blankness came upon her as though she didn’t matter, and
had been thrust away into this impersonal corner, she and her gear.
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