” “But how? It has only been a few days!” “She’s not even here. "As it's getting late, and the porter may be gone to bed," he observed; "I'll take the pass-key, and let myself in. “I don’t see, Mollie,” he remarked, taking a cigar from the box on the table as his sister and daughter rose, “why you and Vee shouldn’t discuss this little affair —whatever it is—without bothering me. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled, ashamed of her previous obtuseness. Unless women are never to be free, never to be even respected, there must be a generation of martyrs.
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