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“It’s my fault. But we’ve got the brains to get over that, and tongues in our heads to talk to each other. There he sat, cheerfully friendly in his sex’s freedom—the man she loved, the one man she cared should unlock the way to the wide world for her imprisoned feminine possibilities, and he seemed regardless that she stifled under his eyes; he made a jest of all this passionate insurgence of the souls of women against the fate of their conditions. To her horror she realized that she had nearly forgotten how to kiss after a years-long dry spell, and she could detect drool on her own chin and John’s cheek. I was to blame to carry the matter so far. People shrug their shoulders and call me a crazy socialist. But I see now. It was the gratification of an immense necessity. Hill again—alive.
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