With a rustle of her full lilac petticoats, Miss Froxfield turned back to Alderley. “Are you A, B, C, or D?” he asked. Only the next of kin. “Nor am I going to,” she answered, smiling. She calls us her guests, but in reality we are her prisoners. By chance I went to one who had known you in Paris. The Jacobite daws want a scarecrow. 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. Evidently Ah Cum's luck had held good.
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