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Sydney Courtlaw—Mr. There was some one there. He confided to me that he felt trapped in his marriage, that he was being ruined by fate. It was just a chance that we in particular hit against each other—nothing predestined about it. Nine years ago, I was honest—was happy. ” He said to her with as much casualness as he could muster. ‘My dear boy, your loyalty is misplaced. ” He said nothing for a space. And what was singular she did not recount to the doctor that morning's adventure. His attitude toward her was purely intellectual, free of any sentimentality, utterly selfish. 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. "I am so excessively fond of snuff. “I couldn’t help it. "That's false!" cried Mrs. “Why did you ever let me love you? Why did you ever let me peep through the gates of Paradise? Oh! my God! I don’t begin to feel and realize this yet.
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