"Friends!" echoed Kneebone, with a look of dismay. We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. At luncheon, on the third day, a thick-set man with a blue jaw smiled across his table at her. The overnight nervous strain began to tell; she became inattentive to the work before her, and it did not get on.
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