Women, she had been taught, who exposed the flesh of their bodies under the eyes of man were in a special catagory of the damned. “All right so far,” she said to herself. She hated living like that. ” “Perhaps you don’t. Efforts were made to staunch his wounds and surgical assistance sent for. 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. " "Oh, that!" He raised his head, staring at her in blank astonishment. I always say that it’s poverty before everything that makes a girl skip the line. We have known men who have come here for no other purpose than to prove their unassailable virtue, who have strode into the arena of temptation, waving the—the what is it—the white flower of a blameless life, only to exchange it with marvellous facility for the violets of the Parisienne. Entering the house, he found himself in a narrow passage leading to the back stairs.
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