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ȫֱַ:a g 9 559 v i p<"Then you separate mother and child!" I cried in cold horror, something of Terry's feeling creeping over me, that there must be something wrong among these many virtues.The bathroom only opened into our chamber, and that had but one outlet, a big heavy door, which was fastened.

We couldn't do anything with him. He had to take his own medicine.


"Woman" in the abstract is young, and, we assume, charming. As they get older they pass off the stage, somehow, into private ownership mostly, or out of it altogether. But these good ladies were very much on the stage, and yet any one of them might have been a grandmother.

At least we thought we had diverted them. Later I found that besides keeping a careful and accurate account of all we told them, they had a sort of skeleton chart, on which the things we said and the things we palpably avoided saying were all set down and studied. It really was child's play for those profound educators to work out a painfully accurate estimate of our conditions --in some lines. When a given line of observation seemed to lead to some very dreadful inference they always gave us the benefit of the doubt, leaving it open to further knowledge. Some of the things we had grown to accept as perfectly natural, or as belonging to our human limitations, they literally could not have believed; and, as I have said, we had all of us joined in a tacit endeavor to conceal much of the social status at home.

I ceased to feel a stranger, a prisoner. There was a sense of understanding, of identity, of purpose. We discussed--everything. And, as I traveled farther and farther, exploring the rich, sweet soul of her, my sense of pleasant friendship became but a broad foundation for such height, such breadth, such interlocked combination of feeling as left me fairly blinded with the wonder of it.

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"If their hair was only long," Jeff would complain, "they would look so much more feminine."<"Education?" I was puzzled again. "I don't mean education. I mean by motherhood not only child-bearing, but the care of babies."

A Peculiar Imprisonment

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"Oh, yes, birds and bugs," Terry said, "but not among animals-- have you NO animals?"

They were considering these two things: the advisability of making the Great Change; and the degree of personal adaptability which would best serve that end.

<"A council of war!" demanded Terry. "Come on back to bed --the bed's all right anyhow. Now then, my scientific friend, let us consider our case dispassionately."I betook myself to Somel one day, carefully not taking Ellador. I did not mind seeming foolish to Somel--she was used to it.

The more coldly she denied him, the hotter his determination; he was not used to real refusal. The approach of flattery she dismissed with laughter, gifts and such "attentions" we could not bring to bear, pathos and complaint of cruelty stirred only a reasoning inquiry. It took Terry a long time.


<"You can see the children," she answered. "Are yours more contented--more interested--happier?""Never thought I'd live to be bossed by a lot of elderly lady acrobats," Terry protested.

To return to the history:





ȫֱѺҽԺҥΤٴδ "We want you to teach us all you can," Somel went on, her firm shapely hands clasped on the table before her, her clear quiet eyes meeting ours frankly. "And we want to teach you what we have that is novel and useful. You can well imagine that it is a wonderful event to us, to have men among us--after two thousand years. And we want to know about your women." ϸ

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ȫֱ־ɳǿİ "Speaking of windows," I suggested, "let's examine ours." ϸ

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