He’d borne mention of the woman’s name. “My dear sweet Lucia. Wood had prevented him from paying much attention to the previous scene. You must wait till supper's over. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. " "Hurt her? It would tear her to pieces; God knows she has had enough. But woe to those who disregard them! Of course, basically it is all wrong; and sometimes God must laugh at our ideas of rectitude. 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. Even there a woman never gets a fair chance.
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