The hand that had been clenched lay open, relaxed; and upon the palm he saw her mother's locket. When in the plenitude of his power, he commenced a terrible trade, till then unknown—namely, a traffic in human blood. Once she reached the bamboo curtain, clutched at it and tore it down as his arms went around her waist. The water was cold but she waded deeper. He did not speak for a moment. She did not forge a note. "Just in time," said the thief-taker. 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.
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