Unless women are never to be free, never to be even respected, there must be a generation of martyrs. There'll be busy days and idle. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. It was everyone's favorite meal. She limited herself to eating once a fortnight, until she discovered that she could go without comfortably for a month. If my Mom found out, she’d kill me. Everybody talking of you.
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