“Bad hemorrhage,” he said. The smell that emanated from the opening was abominable. To a woman she might have confided; but to this man, kindly as he was, it was unthinkable. His kisses drew deeper, he started unlacing her dress. "Well, you never can tell," he continued, lamely. " "O'Higgins is the name. The man or woman who did something for nothing always excited his suspicions; they were playing some kind of a game. 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. “I haven’t a scrap—of this sort of aversion. Nothing else was put in their place, and they remained sotto voce, as it were, in his mind.
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