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"If people do not meet to exchange ideas, I can't see the object of their meeting at all." "What a revolutionary sentiment!" cried Temperley, laughing. "Where would society be, on that principle?" Hadria was called away, at that moment, and the group politely wavered between duty and inclination. Temperley and Miss Du Prel strolled off together, his vast height bent deferentially towards her.
"People seem to think that they have only to quote Spencer or Huxley, or take an interest in heredity, to justify themselves in throwing off all the trammels, as they would regard them, of duty and common sense." "I have not observed that tendency," said Miss Du Prel. "Really.
Hadria did not keep up an active correspondence with Miss Du Prel or with the Professor. She had no idea of adding to the burden of their busy lives, by wails for sympathy. It seemed to her feeble, and contemptible, to ask to be dragged up by their strength, instead of exerting her own. If that were insufficient, why then let her go down, as thousands had gone down before her.
"I have been looking through a sort of mist, or as one looks at one's surroundings before quite waking. Now everything stands out sharp and cut, as objects do in the clear air of the South. Ah me, the South! Miss Du Prel has spent much of her life there, and my inborn smouldering passion for it, is set flaming by her descriptions!
They must take the trouble to provide instruments of death from without; they must lay siege and starve me; they must attack in soldierly fashion; I will not save them the exertion by developing the means of destruction from within. There I stand at bay. They shall knock down the citadel of my mind and will, stone by stone." "That is a terrible challenge!" exclaimed Miss Du Prel.
"A repulsive object tastefully decorated, is to me only the more repulsive," returned Hadria, with suppressed passion. "There will come a day when you will feel very differently," prophesied Miss Du Prel. "Perhaps.
"We had better go," said Miss Du Prel. They had no more than time to leave the porch, before the doors burst open, and the people streamed forth. A whiff of evil-smelling air issued from the building, at the same time. The dog was howling more piteously than ever. Someone complained of the disturbance that had been caused by the creature's cries, during worship.
"Can we offer you a carriage?" asked Mrs. Fullerton. "Oh no, thank you; that is quite unnecessary. I have already intruded far too long; I shall wend my way back, or what might perhaps be better, I could get a lodging at the farmhouse down the road. I am told that they put travellers up sometimes." Miss Du Prel hurried off, evidently chilled by Mrs. Fullerton's freezing courtesy.
But I can't see it. It impresses me simply as stupid and degrading. And from my narrow little point of observation, the more I see of life, the more hopelessly involved become all questions of right and wrong where our confounded sex is concerned." "Why? Because the standards are changing," asserted Miss Du Prel.
"No," said Hadria, laughing, "you would probably have run away or killed yourself or somebody, long before this." Miss Du Prel could not honestly deny this possibility. After a pause she said: "A woman cannot afford to despise the dictates of Nature. She may escape certain troubles in that way; but Nature is not to be cheated, she makes her victim pay her debt in another fashion.
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