I am trying to make myself independent.

Fortune now promises favorable things.

If I succeed, count on me.

All that I can do, I will, to rescue my sex from the fetters which have chafed me so bitterly, from the evils of the giant system which makes woman everywhere a satellite.

I have drank of the cup which is offered as the wine of woman's life, and have found the draught frothy and unsatisfactory.