We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. Daughters were in the air that day. “Idiots!” she said, when she heard this pandemonium, and with particular reference to this young lady with the throaty contralto next door. Over here men drink because they are lonely; and when they drink too hard and too long, they wind up on the beach. The thin stream of blood on which her eyes were fastened with a nameless horror reached almost to her feet. His sister followed.
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