Why should I, seeing that I am no more than woman, as you are no more than man?
I would always have you remember, Humphrey, that I am no spirit or sorceress, but just a woman--like her you lost." I looked at her doubtfully and answered: "Women do not sleep for two hundred thousand years.

Women do not take dream journeys to the stars.

Women do not make the dead past live again before the watcher's eyes.

Their hair does not glimmer in the dusk nor do their bodies gleam, nor have they such strength of soul or eyes so wonderful, or loveliness so great." These words appeared to distress her who, as it seemed to me, was above all things anxious to prove herself woman and no more.
"All these qualities are nothing, Humphrey," she cried.

"As for the beauty, such as it is, it comes to me with my blood, and with it the glitter of my hair which is the heritage of those who for generations have drunk of the Life-water.