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There was a fourth story; but he never told either Ruth or McClintock about this. I must tell somebody—and
you would understand. We are the species, and maternity is our game; that’s all
right, but nobody wants that admitted for fear we should all catch fire, and set
about fulfilling the purpose of our beings without waiting for further
explanations. Women never throw themselves into each other's arms; they calculate the
distance and the damage perfectly. "
"You mustn't talk. ‘Until today. We do not remember to have met with a single individual, reported
to be under petticoat government, who was not content with his lot,—nay, who
so far from repining, did not exult in his servitude; and we see no way of
accounting for this apparently inexplicable conduct—for which, among other
phenomena of married life, various reasons have been assigned, though none
entirely satisfactory to us—except upon the ground that these domineering
dames possess some charm sufficiently strong to counteract the irritating effect
of their tempers; some secret and attractive quality of which the world at large is
in ignorance, and with which their husbands alone can be supposed to be
acquainted. I can’t tell anyone
certain things about my life. "
"I am not unprotected," rejoined the poor woman; "there's some one at the
window. There was no
need of sowing suspicion when he wasn't really certain there were grounds for it.
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