The worst type of women were the ones who didn’t know their place in the order of things. There seemed to be a lot of them around nowadays, women who thought themselves superior, who’d forsaken nice, feminine qualities like meekness and humility. Something terrible happened to him in the presence of such women. A rage descended, a desire to punish. He remembered the feeling of keeping the Mansfield sisters captive on his ferry for that fleeting moment, before Anne lowered herself into the river. How pleasing it had been to control their fate, however briefly. Sometimes he convinced himself
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