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“No. \" Lucy replied sardonically. Sheppard. The Rev. He could not pull her soul apart now to satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he had put her outside that circle. She is like some character out of Phra the Phoenician: she's been buried for thirty years and just been excavated. 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. " CHAPTER IV. The house was invisible from the road, and yet enormous once within view. The soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp.
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