poor and the feeble, but the slave of those who are above the reach of its injury."
Scythrop ventured to inquire the name of his fair protégée. "What is a name?" said the lady: "any name will serve the purpose of distinction. Call me Stella.—I see, by your looks," she added, "that you think all this very strange. When you know me better, your surprise will cease. I submit not to be an accomplice in my sex's slavery. I am, like yourself, a lover of freedom, and I carry my theory into practice. They alone are subject to blind authority who have no reliance on their own strength."
Stella took possession of the recondite apartments. Scythrop intended to find her another asylum, but from day to day he postponed his intention, and by degrees forgot it. The young lady reminded him of it from day to day, till she also forgot it.
