He had absorbed her in a single glance, and was
now defining her as he worked. ‘But only think, Hilary,’ Lucy protested, evidently too involved in her theory
to waste time in scolding. ‘Help yourself, Hilary. ’
‘Oh yes, or walked through the walls, I dare say. He lifted her from the floor. She moved her elbow nearer to him and spoke in a still lower tone. At any rate he made it very clear that night that there was an ineradicable
discord in life, a jarring something that must shatter all her dreams of a way of
living for women that would enable them to be free and spacious and friendly
with men, and that was the passionate predisposition of men to believe that the
love of women can be earned and won and controlled and compelled. He confided to me that he felt trapped in his marriage,
that he was being ruined by fate. I'm speaking of virtuous women—of WIVES, Madam. . She did not try to approach him. I had to go at a moment’s notice. . The young
fellow was almost as odd in his way as the girl was in hers.
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