She was noisy and hilarious and enthusiastic, and her hair was always abominably done. “They all catch on,” she said. Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. Abruptly he gripped her wrist. Her answer was not quite ready. She thought of her father in the garden, and of her aunt with her Patience, as she had seen them—how many ages was it ago? Just one day intervened. I haven’t, anyhow. This is part of a dream— some evil fancy. She released her clutch on it as, dizzy with exhaustion, she leaned against the back of the pew and closed her eyes, her fingers grasping out automatically for support. Men and women are not established things; they’re experiments, all of them.
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