The Dweller on the Threshold by Robert Smythe Hichens
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another in whom we may trust; we are unhappy till we rely on another; it
is for another we cherish, we hug, ambition. And then, when all founders, we realize too late what I dare say every man knows." "What is that?" "That we women are fools--fools!" "For being unselfish?" "For thinking we have power when we are impotent." She made a gesture that was surely one of despair. "No one--at any rate, no woman--has power for another," she added, with almost terrible conviction. "That is all a legend, made up to please us, I suppose. We draw a sword against darkness and think we are fighting. Isn't it too absurd?" With the last words she changed her tone, trying to make it light, and she smiled. "We take everything too seriously. That's the trouble!" she said. "And men pretend we take nothing seriously." "Very often they don't understand." "Oh, please say never!" she exclaimed. "They never understand." Suddenly Malling resolved on a very bold stroke. |
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