All her life Martha had been there. It was horrible, but what could she do? She meant to live her own life, and he meant, with contempt and insults, to prevent her. ‘Some ineligible that your parents would not tolerate, I suppose. One keeps rules in order to be one’s self. He had no ideas about daughters. She had looked up from her seat at the small round table in the centre of the parlour which, together with the wooden armchairs beside the small fireplace, and a sideboard next the single casement, was all the furniture the place afforded. “You are of the genus obstinate,” he said. "Who knows but this key may open a golden lock one of these days?" And, picking it up, he thrust it into his pocket. “You knew it,” he added, in her momentary silence.
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