other than the supposedly usual difference in truth
between man and woman; and it was almost as if
the sense of this provoked her. She seemed to
cast about an instant, and then she went back a lit
tle resentfully to something she had suffered to pass
a minute before. She appeared to take up rather
more seriously than she need the joke about her
freedom to deceive. Yet she did this too in a
beautiful way. " Men are too stupid even you.
You didn't understand just now why, if I post my
letters myself, it won't be for any thing so vulgar
as to hide them."

"Oh, you said for the pleasure."

Yes; but you didn t, you don't understand
what the pleasure may be. There are refine
ments!" she more patiently dropped. "I
mean of consciousness, of sensation, of apprecia
tion," she went on. "No," she sadly insisted
"men don't know. They know, in such matters,
almost nothing but what women show them."

This was one of the speeches, frequent in her,
that, liberally, joyfully, intensely adopted and, in
itself, as might be, embraced, drew him again as
close to her, and held him as long, as their condi
tions permitted. " Then that's exactly why we ve
such an abysmal need of you!"

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