She drifted, via Theobald’s Road, obliquely toward the region about Titchfield Street. ’ ‘He does not call himself my father, for he calls himself nothing at all,’ Melusine told him, her tone violent with fury. “I am going,” she said grimly, with three hairpins in her mouth. ’ ‘I’m coming to that. "Don't ask me about it now. At any rate he made it very clear that night that there was an ineradicable discord in life, a jarring something that must shatter all her dreams of a way of living for women that would enable them to be free and spacious and friendly with men, and that was the passionate predisposition of men to believe that the love of women can be earned and won and controlled and compelled.
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