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He went over his interview with her again, their
conversation at dinner-time. “Ungracious little beast, I call her. But she did not talk readily, and in order to say
something she plunged a little, and felt she plunged. She spent the morning up to ten in
writing a series of unsuccessful letters to Ramage, which she tore up unfinished;
and finally she desisted and put on her jacket and went out into the lamp-lit
obscurity and slimy streets. These were less like streets than labyrinths,
hewn through an eternal twilight. Hill again—alive. "
"Winny, I must go!" said Thames, breaking from her. These were the Master's body-guard. The windows
were grated, the doors barred; each room had the name as well as the appearance
of a cell; and the very porter who stood at the gate, habited like a jailer, with his
huge bunch of keys at his girdle, his forbidding countenance and surly
demeanour seemed to be borrowed from Newgate. . He contrasted the lot of
women in general with the lot of men, presented men as patient, self-immolating
martyrs, and women as the pampered favorites of Nature. "Perhaps he means well. She hadn't
measured up; she had been stupid; she hadn't known how to make love.
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