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. No, no! Not now!" Ruth turned abruptly and walked toward the bungalow, mounted the veranda steps, and vanished within. She opened the door with a neon colored key. The expression, however, which would chiefly have interested a beholder, was that of settled and profound melancholy.
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