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Coker
continued
to
look
at
her
,
thoughtfully
.
"
So
you
just
went
on
sitting
in
the
dark
,
"
he
remarked
.
"
And
how
long
do
you
think
you
are
likely
to
survive
if
you
just
go
on
sitting
in
the
dark
when
things
need
doing
?
"
She
was
stung
by
his
tone
.
"
it
’
s
not
my
fault
if
I
’
m
not
any
good
at
things
like
that
.
"
"
I
’
ll
differ
there
,
"
Coker
told
her
.
"
It
’
s
not
only
your
fault
—
it
’
s
a
self
-
created
fault
.
Moreover
,
it
’
s
an
affectation
to
consider
yourself
too
spiritual
to
understand
anything
mechanical
.
It
is
a
petty
and
a
very
silly
form
of
vanity
.
Everyone
starts
by
knowing
nothing
about
anything
,
but
God
gives
him
—
and
even
her
—
brains
to
find
out
with
.
Failure
to
use
them
is
not
a
virtue
to
be
praised
;
even
in
women
it
is
a
gap
to
be
deplored
.
"
She
looked
understandably
annoyed
.
Coker
himself
had
been
annoyed
from
the
time
he
came
in
.
She
said
:
"
I
don
’
t
see
why
you
need
to
pour
all
your
contempt
for
women
onto
me
—
just
because
of
one
dirty
old
engine
.
"
Coker
raised
his
eyes
.
"
Great
God
!
And
here
have
I
been
explaining
that
women
have
as
many
brains
as
anyone
else
,
if
they
’
d
only
take
the
trouble
to
use
them
.
"
"
You
said
we
were
all
petty
and
vain
.
That
wasn
’
t
at
all
a
nice
thing
to
say
.
"
