1. In vain Wood protested his innocence. She had first picked up the fiddle back when it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at it. There he sat, cheerfully friendly in his sex’s freedom—the man she loved, the one man she cared should unlock the way to the wide world for her imprisoned feminine possibilities, and he seemed regardless that she stifled under his eyes; he made a jest of all this passionate insurgence of the souls of women against the fate of their conditions. Anna passed serenely out.
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