“You have forgotten. Now I do. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. She emerged with a white face and wide-open eyes upon a little, red-lit landing. 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. Die, indeed! We’re going to do work; we’re going to unfold about each other; we’re going to have children. She treaded down the hall swiftly but stopped abruptly when she heard a voice in back of her.
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