Others pulled hats over their noses, cowered in their seats, and feigned that all was right with the world. “Because I hate you!” She spat. What a pity! But why? There was no way over this puzzle, nor under it, nor around it: that men should drink, knowing the inevitable payment. She decided to go on, after a momentary halt. They mean everything that women can mean—except submission. I went to the theatre that night. I saw her face and it was the face that had been hidden from me in dreams, a face very much like yours, Lucia. He looked at her, hurt. Why not? Imagine I’ve had a fit of hysteria—and that I’ve come round.
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