They fell into step again. Time after time he reminded her of how powerless she would be without him, how unkind the world was towards single women. At luncheon, on the third day, a thick-set man with a blue jaw smiled across his table at her. “Never mind me. She stumbled through a thorny copse, her slippers sliding on patches of sand that gave way to rock. Doesn’t matter a bit to me. She had treated him badly; she had hurt him and her aunt; she had done wrong by their standards, and she would never persuade them that she had done right. What was she going to do? One main idea possessed her: she must get away from home, she must assert herself at once or perish.
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