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a flash of satisfaction in Craig's eyes. "Complex," I read it. As for Shattuck, where a moment ago he had scoffed, he remained to pray, or rather to smile faintly. "I did not say exactly that," returned Kennedy, "although it may seem that way, if you choose to interpret the intimate relationship of love and hate so. Follow me just a moment. Consciously, she may hate. Edu

cation, society, morality, religion—this thing we call civilization—may exert restraints. Unconsciously, though, she may love. The veneer of modern society is very thin. I think the experiences the world is going through to-day demonstrate that. Underneath there are the deep, basic passions

of millions of years. They must be recko

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ned with. It is better to reckon with them than to be wrecked by them. The wonder is, not that they are so strong—but that the veneer covers them so well!" [294] Powerfully though as Kennedy was making the presentation of the case, Honora tenaciously refused to admit it. Like her sex, when a general proposition was made she immediately made a personal application, foun

d it distasteful, and rejected the proposition. Still, Kennedy was not dismayed. Nor did he admit defeat, or even checkmating. For several seconds he paused, then added in a low tone that was almost inaudible, yet in a way that did not call for an answer. "Could you—be honest, now, w

ith yourself, for you need not say a wor

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d aloud—could you always be sure of yourself, after this, in the face of any situation?" She looked startled at his sudden shift of the argument to the personal ground. Her ordinarily composed face betrayed everything, though it was averted from the rest of us and could be seen only fully by Kennedy. In the welter of passion, as one fact after another had been tor

n forth during the moments since she had come to the laboratory, much had happened to Honora which never before had entered her well-ordered, conservative life. She knew the truth that she strove to repress. She was afraid of herself. And she knew that he knew. The defiance in her eyes d

ied slowly. "It is dangerous," she mu