The ceiling had, in many places, given way; the laths had been removed; and, where any plaster remained, it was either mapped and blistered with damps, or festooned with dusty cobwebs. I have often felt before that it is only when one has nothing to say that one can write easy poetry. She opened the window, for the night was mild, and sat on the floor with her chin resting upon the window-sill. "Your mother is dead," interposed Wild, scowling. Even as a child she observed how men were haunted 18 by the presence of her mother. “Now I’ll have what I want from you, wife. Don’t say anything, she thought to herself, say nothing more, Martin. No one will ever love you as I love you now. Manning, all this sort of thing is very well as sentiment, but does it correspond with the realities? Are women truly such angelic things and men so chivalrous? You men have, I know, meant to make us Queens and Goddesses, but in practice—well, look, for example, at the stream of girls one meets going to work of a morning, round-shouldered, cheap, and underfed! They aren’t queens, and no one is treating them as queens.
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