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. “And so you have been thinking?” her father began, quoting her letter and looking over his slanting glasses at her. He's an interpretative genius, if there ever was one. She mentioned, with familiar respect, Christ and Buddha and Shelley and Nietzsche and Plato. ‘For my money, you’ll not get much out of old Jarvis either.
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