It was so hopeless to put it to them. Inexplicably there flashed into vision the Chinese wedding procession in the narrow, twisted streets of the city, that first day: the gorgeous palanquin, the tomtoms, the weird music, the ribald, jeering mob that trailed along behind. “Julian, please wait. I love you more. You will be free to remarry, of course. We are the species, and maternity is our game; that’s all right, but nobody wants that admitted for fear we should all catch fire, and set about fulfilling the purpose of our beings without waiting for further explanations. In the rush of commuters he did not see her boarding his train. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise.
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