” John said. “I’ll run, too,” she volunteered. One’s got to be a better man than one’s father, or what is the good of successive generations? Life is rebellion, or nothing. She found herself anxious to read more of him, and the next Wednesday she went to the British Museum and hunted first among the half-crown magazines for his essays and then through various scientific quarterlies for his research papers. When they made love, he seemed to shift into the realm of possessiveness. It’s no good flying out at that, Vee; I didn’t arrange it. And when she went to sleep, then always Capes became the novel and wonderful guest of her dreams. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love.
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