Henry Handel Richardson

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Henry Handel Richardson,  Maurice Guest — Part I, Chapter V (1908)

“ You don’t know Lulu. I am her master, I tell you. She can’t call her soul her own.”
“And yet,” said Krafft, unmoved, “it’s a fact all the same.”
Schilsky applied a pair of curling tongs to his hair, at such a degree of heat that a lock frizzled, and came off in his hand. His anger redoubled. “Is it my fault that she acts like a wet-nurse? Is that what you call being under her thumb?” he cried.
Furst tried to conciliate him and to make peace. “You’re a lucky dog, old fellow, and you know you are. We all know it—in spite of occasional tantaras.
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Henry Handel Richardson,  Maurice Guest — Part I, Chapter V (1908)

“ Of the little girls, one had a pure voice and a good ear, and was to be a singer—for before this Juggernaut, prejudice went down. Had anyone suggested to Frau Furst that her daughter should be a clerk, even a teacher, she would have flung up hands of horror; but music!—that was a different matter. It was, moreover, the single one of the arts, in which this staunch advocate of womanliness granted her sex a share.
“Ask Franz,” she said to Maurice. “Franz knows. He will explain. All women can do is to reproduce what some one else has thought or felt.”
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