The oranges were of the Syrian variety, small but filled with scarlet honey. “Called myself Anna,” the girl repeated coolly. "Who? Jack!" exclaimed Jonathan. There was no point in rushing into the long walk home. He was always drawing contrasts between a woman’s lot and a man’s, and treating her as a wonderful new departure in this comparison. Yet you can look Cheveney in the face and declare that you do not know him. All the best novels have been written by women, and yet see how men sneer at the lady novelist still! There’s only one way to get on for a woman, and that is to please men.
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