” “It isn’t precisely faults,” said Ann Veronica. You see, I—I am a woman worshipper. . This isn’t the place. " "This is folly," cried Jack, controlling himself by a powerful effort. He hung vaguely for a moment as she passed. I hoped for a family like the Becks and I waded through the system until I got them, so maybe life isn’t so damn hopeless after all. It seemed incredible that she and her aunt were, indeed, creatures of the same blood, only by a birth or so different beings, and part of that same broad interlacing stream of human life that has invented the fauns and nymphs, Astarte, Aphrodite, Freya, and all the twining beauty of the gods. It was free of leering men, unthinkable punishments, and human evil.
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