‘Wait a minute, though. Then the long lashes sank demurely over them. "Never, Ma'am!" echoed Mr. Part 4 But presently, as she sat on the one antimacassared red silk chair and surveyed her hold-all and bag in that tidy, rather vacant, and dehumanized apartment, with its empty wardrobe and desert toilet-table and pictureless walls and stereotyped furnishings, a sudden blankness came upon her as though she didn’t matter, and had been thrust away into this impersonal corner, she and her gear. Home!— which I never hoped to see again. She looked, Dorothée said, just as she always looks. Women are not in the world in the same sense that men are—fighting individuals in a scramble. "What do you mean by that, sirrah?" cried Wood, reddening with anger.
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