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Chapter 27

           Whatcanbedoneagainsther?Nothing!ButIunderstandwhythecriticswouldliketo‘quash’herifIwereacritic,fondofwhiskey-and-soda,andmusic-hallwomen,Ishouldliketoquashhermyselfforbeingsodifferenttotherestofhersex!"

           "Whatanincomprehensiblewomanyouare,Sibyl!"Iexclaimedwithrealirritation"YouadmireMissClare’sbooksyouhavealwaysadmiredthemyouhaveaskedhertobecomeyourfriendandalmostinthesamebreathyouaveryouwouldliketo‘quash’herortomakehermiserable!IconfessIcannotunderstandyou!"

           "Ofcourseyoucannot!"sherespondedtranquilly,hereyesrestinguponmewithacuriousexpression,aswepausedforaninstantunderthedeepshadeofachestnuttreebeforeenteringourowngrounds"Ineversupposedyoucould,andunliketheordinaryfemmeincomprise,Ihaveneverblamedyouforyourwantofcomprehension.Ithastakenmesometimetounderstandmyself,andevennowIamnotquitesurethatIhavegaugedthedepthsorshallownessesofmyownnaturecorrectly.

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