If ever I did meet a man I could love, I should love him”—her voice dropped again—“platonically. “Dear me!” he said. It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay. " And then his interest would cease. There he sat, cheerfully friendly in his sex’s freedom—the man she loved, the one man she cared should unlock the way to the wide world for her imprisoned feminine possibilities, and he seemed regardless that she stifled under his eyes; he made a jest of all this passionate insurgence of the souls of women against the fate of their conditions. “I wonder if they will seem altered,” she remarked for the third time. He wondered why she thought love made people happy, and began to talk of the smilax and pinks that adorned the table. ” Miss Pellissier was beginning to recover herself.
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