He contrasted the lot of women in general with the lot of men, presented men as patient, self-immolating martyrs, and women as the pampered favorites of Nature. When next he asked for her, some twelve hours later, he was told that Mademoiselle had left. But it does not sound as if the girl that wears the name resembles either of her parents. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. But perhaps you don't know; there was nothing in the pockets. “He fancied that he did,” she corrected him coolly.
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