She had thought—What had she thought? That this dependence of women was but an illusion which needed only to be denied to vanish. This is part of a dream— some evil fancy. Some years ago, in 1715, just before the Rebellion, I was rash enough to league myself with the Jacobite party, and by Wild's machinations got clapped into Newgate, whence I was glad to escape with my head upon my shoulders. He looked half at her and half at the sky. He paced faster, stomping around. . He too, when she had disappeared, called a carriage. Something as yet unformulated within her kept her estranged from all these practical aspects of her beliefs.
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