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Later, at the bottom of that envelope I found a letter. Women to me are something so serene, so fine, so feminine, and politics are so dusty, so sordid, so wearisome and quarrelsome. Wood's dwelling,—a plain, substantial, commodious farm-house. John knew everybody, it seemed. Mutual concessions!—and then to turn it around so that it suggested that an act of kindness might be interpreted as moral obloquy! Walls; queer, invisible walls that receded whenever she reached out, but that still remained between her and what she sought. There is no poison that would affect her. Last time I left home I felt as hard as nails. Well, I don’t think that’s fair. “Another young woman, I suppose,” he said, “who knows better than her Maker about her place in the world.
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