"How do I know you are a friend?" asked Darrell. “I am already so hungry that I shall begin on the petit pains. And the infernal thought of that kiss returned—the softness of her lips and the cool smoothness of her cheeks. 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. She declined and finished with a few of her favorite excerpts from Scheherazade. "He is dying?" whispered Ruth.
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