Vane of the Timberlands by Harold Bindloss
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must be pleasant to feel that one is, to some extent at least, master of
one's fate." "Then she merely explained my meaning more clearly than I have done." "One could have imagined that she had everything she could reasonably wish for. If I'm not transgressing, so have you. It's strange you should both harbor the same idea." Evelyn smiled. "I don't think it's uncommon among young women nowadays. There's a grandeur in the thought that one's fate lies in the hands of the high unseen Powers; but to allow one's life to be molded by the prejudices and preconceptions of one's--neighbors is a different matter. Besides, if unrest and human striving were sent, was it only that they should be repressed?" Vane sat silent a moment or two. He had noticed the brief pause and fancied that she had changed one of the words that followed it. He did not think that it was the opinions of her neighbors against which she chafed most. "It's something that I've never experienced," he replied at length. "In a general way, I've done what I wanted." "Which is a privilege that is denied us." Evelyn spoke without bitterness. |
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