I like you
very much, I haven’t known you enough to love you, no
matter how worthy you are of love. Supposing she saw the young man at dinner that night, emptying his bottle? She
could not go to him, sit down and draw the sordid pictures she had seen so often. I wonder. Other phrases returned now, like echoes. They came teeming distressfully through her aching brain:
“A man can kick, his skirts don’t tear;
A man scores always, everywhere. At last in a street near the Hampstead Road she
hit upon a room that had an exceptional quality of space and order, and a tall
woman with a kindly face to show it. ’
Dieu du ciel, but she was a fool. ”
She tried to think of some altered state of affairs in which these monstrous
limitations would be alleviated, in which women would stand on their own feet
in equal citizenship with men. If
I did not love you en désespoir, I would assuredly blow off your head. Gianfrancesco had been talked into the arrangement only
because the drivers that had handled the job for
generations were sick or dead. The picture of Mary Remenham was still on the wall. I
have nothing, nothing that can possibly be passion for you.
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