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She Had All Her Life Long Been Accustomed To Harbor Thoughts And Emotions Which Never Voiced Themselves… They Belonged To Her Her And Were Her Own, And She Entertained The Conviction That She Had A Right To Them And They They Concerned No One But Herself.

But Whatever Came, She Had Resolved Never Again To Belong To Another Than Herself.

So The Storm Passed And Every One Was Happy.

She's Got Some Sort Of Notion In Her Head Concerning The Eternal Rights Of Women.

The Bird That Would Soar Above The Level Plain Of Tradition And Prejudice Must Have Strong Wings. It Is A Sad Spectacle To See The Weaklings Bruised, Exhausted, Fluttering Back To Earth.