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“It’s just as well the way it has turned out,” she said. “We might have made ourselves miserable trying to please each other. Now we can be ourselves.”
“And what is your notion of that?”
“For me—freedom.”
He smiled incredulously, scornfully.
“I’ve been trying,” she said, “against all my principles, to be a wife—for nearly two years. We both agree that I was a failure at it. I shall never try to be a wife again, Felix.... As for freedom—You speak as one who knows what it is. I have still to find out. Do you think you can forbid me my little cupfuls of mad, mystical peace?”
“Your coffee,” said the waiter.
“If I choose to have adventures, who are you to say No to me?” she said mockingly.
Felix did not answer.