She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes, each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. ’ She was about to develop this theme, when Jack’s gaze became fixed, and his expression changed. Things were thrown here and there, to be taken up, or again cast aside, as the whim arose; while the broken-backed chairs and crazy table bore the marks of many a conflict. “I wonder how it is,” she exclaimed, “that my friends have so much more confidence in me than I have in myself. The joke of it is that he’s married to her now, and cuts me dead.
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