‘Look at the way you are shut up here. I said to Clifford: If that child rebels one day you'll have yourself to thank!' ‘But Clifford never denies me anything,' said Connie. ‘Look here, my dear child'—and Lady Bennerley laid her thin hand on Connie's arm. ‘A woman has to live her life, or live to repent not having lived it. Believe me!' And she took another sip of brandy, which maybe was her form of repentance. ‘But I do live my life, don't I?'
‘Look at the way you are shut up here. I said to Clifford: If that child rebels one day you'll have yourself to thank!' ‘But Clifford never denies me anything,' said Connie. ‘Look here, my dear child'—and Lady Bennerley laid her thin hand on Connie's arm. ‘A woman has to live her life, or live to repent not having lived it. Believe me!' And she took another sip of brandy, which maybe was her form of repentance. ‘But I do live my life, don't I?'
