It was a thing of horror and disgust.
That women could submit to the degrading intimacy and fettered existence of a married life that made chattels of them filled her with scornful wonder. To be bound irrevocably to the will and pleasure of a man who would have the right to demand obedience in everything, and the power of both the law and his greater strength with which to enforce his will, revolted her. The prospect of it, put simply, sickened her.
For a Western woman not blessed with her individuality and inherited riches, marriage was bad enough.
But for the women of the East?
Women who were mere slaves to the passions of the men who owned them, unconsidered, disregarded, reduced to the level of animals?
The mere idea of it all made her quiver and bring her hand down heavily on her
