Still, my tutor was a highly educated scholar—my father. Building announced solemnly. His tie had demanded a struggle; he ought to have taken a clean one after his first failure. 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. It had thrust her back with an undignified scuffle, with vulgar comedy, with an unendurable, scornful grin. It wasn’t anything splendid, you know. "Oh lord! I hope not. He was a stranger. “You are coming in, aren’t you, Sydney?” “If I may,” he answered. She kicked him in the shin, trying to knock him off his feet.
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