“You and Anna,” she said, “seem to have stumbled upon a mare’s nest. She was not afraid of violence, but she was afraid of something mean, some secondary kind of force. So she said: “I won’t come home. Then she threw the volume away with a little impatient exclamation. The chair was torture. They may love us, but they love us as the slave loves his captor, not as equals.
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