‘Bête,’ she flung at him. Women to me are something so serene, so fine, so feminine, and politics are so dusty, so sordid, so wearisome and quarrelsome. Have you not tired of sadness and pain?” 81 She thought she could hear tears in his voice but would not look at him. “And think of the ordinary wives and mothers, with their anxiety, their limitations, their swarms of children!” Mr. The stage manager reappeared presently, and made a speech. Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach, rag-like.
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