For all your friendship--for all your liking and your kindness to me--somehow--I--I don't seem to stand with you as other women do; I don't seem to stand their chances." "What chances ?" "The--the consideration; you don't call any other woman 'child,' do you?
You don't constantly remind other women of the difference in your ages, do you?
You don't _feel_ with other women that you are--as you please to call it--_hors de concours_--out of the running.

And somehow, with me, it humiliates.

Because even if I--if I am the sort of a girl who never means to marry, you--your attitude seems to take away the possibility of my changing my mind; it dictates to me, giving me no choice, no liberty, no personal freedom in the matter.

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