Women to me are something so serene, so fine, so feminine, and politics are so dusty, so sordid, so wearisome and quarrelsome. She was asked to meet him after his game Saturday afternoon. He listened. But it must have been something that could show her to be Mary’s daughter. ’ Martha frowned. But after all, what did it matter whether she had secrets or not? To him she was not a woman but a symbol; and one did not investigate the antecedents of symbols. He went to the door. He wondered if these abnormal mental activities presaged illness. It was, in a way, something of a joke to the doctor: psychology and physiognomy on an island which white folks did not visit more than three or four times a year, only then when they had to. She remembered Taber's hat. He sat in much the same attitude, and she stood just as she had stood when he told her she could not go to the Fadden Dance. ‘I do not know of whom you speak. Arriving at the chapel, their wonder increased.
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