She closed her eyes more vividly to recall some line which had carried the blot. For
five minutes he has been trying to think of something to say. "Tom! Hey, Tom!" The Chinese cook thrust his head into the dining room. “It is possible, mademoiselle,” he said, “that this affair is not yet ended. Then she called a hansom and drove home. "O Massa Ireton! Massa Wild!" ejaculated Caliban, "Shack Sheppart gone!"
"Gone? you black devil!—Gone?" cried Ireton. At any rate he made it very clear that night that there was an ineradicable
discord in life, a jarring something that must shatter all her dreams of a way of
living for women that would enable them to be free and spacious and friendly
with men, and that was the passionate predisposition of men to believe that the
love of women can be earned and won and controlled and compelled. She found herself again in the presence of
some element in life about which she had been trained not to think, about which
she was perhaps instinctively indisposed to think; something which jarred, in
spite of all her mental resistance, with all her preconceptions of a clean and
courageous girl walking out from Morningside Park as one walks out of a cell
into a free and spacious world. It is Thérèse.
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