“My parents and the Lewistons expect me to be with Margaret, and she won’t leave my side. Yet, this whole evening, all I desired was to be with you. I wanted to dance with you, and I couldn’t do that. You wouldn’t even speak to me! It was the most acute torture watching men be flaunted in front of you—to watch their hungry glances trace your form, their minds filled with plans that I shudder to know. Their pocketbooks greedy for the funds you represent. It made me sick, and I could hardly stand it!”
The ANGST
