You know not in what dark places my life has been cast; with what crimes it has been stained. But did any woman get anything better from a man? Perhaps every woman conceals herself from a man perforce!. That’s where you go wrong. She entered the front hall, formerly magnificent, now faded and dusty, the old wood table waiting for guests who would never come. You have changed from the veriest butterfly to a woman—you wear different clothes, you have the air of another world. A gust of irrational impatience blew through her being. It stunned her. Suddenly the Wastrel took hold of the edge and flung the table aside. An unwelcome idea came to him. The very carts and vans and cabs that Wellington Street poured out incessantly upon the bridge seemed ripe and good in her eyes.
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