She mounted the stairs of the theatrical agent’s
office with very much less than her usual buoyancy, nor did she find much
encouragement in the general appearance of the room into which she was shown. “Do it
now. ” Lucy begged. ' Will that do?"
"It will," replied Trenchard. A friend of mine, Ogilvy’—I
suppose that’s Ogilvy & Ogilvy, who do so many divorces, Vee?—‘was
speaking very highly of it—very highly!’” He smiled into her eyes. He suddenly became eloquent and plausible. 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. Here she would
find candy awaiting her, bits of ribbon, books. There was a second co-respondent. But she no longer obsessed over
heresy, no longer did she feel cursed by God. At that, the girl jumped up. "I want to speak to
Edgeworth Bess myself. The first Step towards the Ladder
VII. Even Capes had been for her merely an excitant to passionate love—a
mere idol at whose feet one could enjoy imaginative wallowings. All about her, hither and yon, lay the enticing Unknown.
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