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” “Men,” said Miss Miniver, “NEVER have a reason. But what can we do? Here am I, fixed to respectability and this laboratory; you’re living at home. His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad. " "I wish you hadn't mentioned her," said Jack, in a broken voice, while his whole frame shook with emotion. “Where would you like to go? Are you hungry?” “No. In doing so, he had to clamber up the immense heap of bricks and rubbish which now littered the floor, amounting almost to a car-load, and reaching up nearly to the top of the chimney-piece. ‘Are you going to come quietly, mademoiselle?’ he demanded with grim determination. She felt draggled and insulted beyond redemption. "Do not endanger yourself on my account," rejoined his mother. Then she would have quiet times, in which she would say to herself, “Now look here! Let me think it all out!” For the first time, it seemed to her, she faced the facts of a woman’s position in the world—the meagre realities of such freedom as it permitted her, the almost unavoidable obligation to some individual man under which she must labor for even a foothold in the world.
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