Somehow her walk home with him had been transmogrified into a melodramatic rejection, a slamming. And by degrees, perhaps, that maiden distrust of yours that makes you shrink from my kisses, will vanish. It was a pity he didn't break his neck, for he was hanged within the year. Even now he was not at all sure that she was not playing with him. ‘You have made a serious mistake, Melusine. I could not love you else. I am sorry, but you have spoilt me. 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.
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