But it is impossible.

He if; not--" Ruth was blushing, but it was the blush of maidenhood called upon for the first time to discuss the sacred things of life with a mother held equally sacred.
"Your kind." Her mother finished the sentence for her.
Ruth nodded.
"I did not want to say it, but he is not.

He is rough, brutal, strong--too strong.

He has not--" She hesitated and could not go on.

It was a new experience, talking over such matters with her mother.