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Constance
,
his
wife
,
was
a
ruddy
,
country
-
looking
girl
with
soft
brown
hair
and
sturdy
body
,
and
slow
movements
,
full
of
unusual
energy
.
She
had
big
,
wondering
eyes
,
and
a
soft
mild
voice
,
and
seemed
just
to
have
come
from
her
native
village
.
It
was
not
so
at
all
.
Her
father
was
the
once
well
-
known
R
.
A
.
,
old
Sir
Malcolm
Reid
.
Her
mother
had
been
one
of
the
cultivated
Fabians
in
the
palmy
,
rather
pre
-
Raphaelite
days
.
Between
artists
and
cultured
socialists
,
Constance
and
her
sister
Hilda
had
had
what
might
be
called
an
aesthetically
unconventional
upbringing
.
They
had
been
taken
to
Paris
and
Florence
and
Rome
to
breathe
in
art
,
and
they
had
been
taken
also
in
the
other
direction
,
to
the
Hague
and
Berlin
,
to
great
Socialist
conventions
,
where
the
speakers
spoke
in
every
civilized
tongue
,
and
no
one
was
abashed
.
The
two
girls
,
therefore
,
were
from
an
early
age
not
the
least
daunted
by
either
art
or
ideal
politics
.
It
was
their
natural
atmosphere
.
They
were
at
once
cosmopolitan
and
provincial
,
with
the
cosmopolitan
provincialism
of
art
that
goes
with
pure
social
ideals
.
They
had
been
sent
to
Dresden
at
the
age
of
fifteen
,
for
music
among
other
things
.
And
they
had
had
a
good
time
there
.
They
lived
freely
among
the
students
,
they
argued
with
the
men
over
philosophical
,
sociological
and
artistic
matters
,
they
were
just
as
good
as
the
men
themselves
:
only
better
,
since
they
were
women
.
And
they
tramped
off
to
the
forests
with
sturdy
youths
bearing
guitars
,
twang
-
twang
!
They
sang
the
Wandervogel
songs
,
and
they
were
free
.
Free
!
That
was
the
great
word
.
Out
in
the
open
world
,
out
in
the
forests
of
the
morning
,
with
lusty
and
splendid
-
throated
young
fellows
,
free
to
do
as
they
liked
,
and
-
-
above
all
-
-
to
say
what
they
liked
.
It
was
the
talk
that
mattered
supremely
:
the
impassioned
interchange
of
talk
.
Love
was
only
a
minor
accompaniment
.
Both
Hilda
and
Constance
had
had
their
tentative
love
-
affairs
by
the
time
they
were
eighteen
.
The
young
men
with
whom
they
talked
so
passionately
and
sang
so
lustily
and
camped
under
the
trees
in
such
freedom
wanted
,
of
course
,
the
love
connexion
.
The
girls
were
doubtful
,
but
then
the
thing
was
so
much
talked
about
,
it
was
supposed
to
be
so
important
.
And
the
men
were
so
humble
and
craving
.
Why
couldn
’
t
a
girl
be
queenly
,
and
give
the
gift
of
herself
?
So
they
had
given
the
gift
of
themselves
,
each
to
the
youth
with
whom
she
had
the
most
subtle
and
intimate
arguments
.
The
arguments
,
the
discussions
were
the
great
thing
:
the
love
-
making
and
connexion
were
only
a
sort
of
primitive
reversion
and
a
bit
of
an
anti
-
climax
.
One
was
less
in
love
with
the
boy
afterwards
,
and
a
little
inclined
to
hate
him
,
as
if
he
had
trespassed
on
one
’
s
privacy
and
inner
freedom
.
For
,
of
course
,
being
a
girl
,
one
’
s
whole
dignity
and
meaning
in
life
consisted
in
the
achievement
of
an
absolute
,
a
perfect
,
a
pure
and
noble
freedom
.
What
else
did
a
girl
’
s
life
mean
?
To
shake
off
the
old
and
sordid
connexions
and
subjections
.
And
however
one
might
sentimentalize
it
,
this
sex
business
was
one
of
the
most
ancient
,
sordid
connexions
and
subjections
.
Poets
who
glorified
it
were
mostly
men
.
Women
had
always
known
there
was
something
better
,
something
higher
.
And
now
they
knew
it
more
definitely
than
ever
.
The
beautiful
pure
freedom
of
a
woman
was
infinitely
more
wonderful
than
any
sexual
love
.
The
only
unfortunate
thing
was
that
men
lagged
so
far
behind
women
in
the
matter
.
They
insisted
on
the
sex
thing
like
dogs
.
And
a
woman
had
to
yield
.
A
man
was
like
a
child
with
his
appetites
.
A
woman
had
to
yield
him
what
he
wanted
,
or
like
a
child
he
would
probably
turn
nasty
and
flounce
away
and
spoil
what
was
a
very
pleasant
connexion
.
But
a
woman
could
yield
to
a
man
without
yielding
her
inner
,
free
self
.
That
the
poets
and
talkers
about
sex
did
not
seem
to
have
taken
sufficiently
into
account
.
A
woman
could
take
a
man
without
really
giving
herself
away
.
Certainly
she
could
take
him
without
giving
herself
into
his
power
.
Rather
she
could
use
this
sex
thing
to
have
power
over
him
.
For
she
only
had
to
hold
herself
back
in
sexual
intercourse
,
and
let
him
finish
and
expend
himself
without
herself
coming
to
the
crisis
:
and
then
she
could
prolong
the
connexion
and
achieve
her
orgasm
and
her
crisis
while
he
was
merely
her
tool
.
