She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes, each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. Always as black and bitter as gall. He could not kiss Ruth because the acquired conscience—struggling on its way to limbo—made the idea repellant.
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