"
"Well. I'm too much distracted by my friend's predicament to discuss
socialism....I rather like the idea though of the strong man having the
opportunity to prove himself stronger than Life...find out what, he was put
on earth and endowed with certain characteristics for...rather a pity all
that should atrophy....However--what shall my friend do? Continue to live
with a man she despises?"
"She's no right to despise him or anybody. It's the system, I tell you. And
no doubt she's just as weak in some way herself. Every man jack of us is so
chuck full of faults and potential crime it's a wonder we don't break out
every day in the week, and if women are going to desert us when the
old Adam runs head on into some one of the devilish traps the present
civilization has set out all over the place, instead of being able to
sidestep it once more, well--she'd best divorce herself from the idea
of matrimony before she goes in for the thing itself. Would I desert my
brother if he got into trouble? Would you?"
"N--o, I suppose you are right, and I doubt if she would leave him anyway.
However...there's the other aspect. What can a woman in her position do to
help matters out? You have met a good many of her kind here. Fancy Miss
Lawton or Mrs. Bascom or Miss Maynard forced to work--"
"I can't. If I had imagination enough for that I'd be writin' novels like
Miss Dwight."
"I believe they'd do better than you think.
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